Thick white furs on light chocolate skin
From those amber eyes torrid passionate glare pourin'
Crawling in the dark like a demon unleashed from Hell
Tormented in moon nights, forced out of his cell...
In tormenting gaits as if missing yesterday 'n' being carefree,
As if missing humanity and the jocund glee in irresponsibility
He often steals into the forest with teary eyes
Away from man and all his lies.
Often he will sit in a river bank howling and scaring the fishes
Or hunt wild pigs and snakes or watch the flashes
When fireflies light the forest
Or walk into mystic caves hidden from men and watch trolls rest.
He commune with spirits and fairies from Avalon
And watch over a young wolf predated by a python
He had lost his mom to the hunter's trap
The helpless little thing never left his telepathic map.
He is a loner with brown furs around his neck
They say it is the mark of an Alpha; that idea he scoffs and heck.
He just sit and listen to friends pulse rise with every lie
And down their fake gestures like broken notes in a tie.
He loves listening to girls gossip and see 'hem pretend.
He break into hospitals to 'miserables' life lend
By feeding 'hem his blood and see 'hem heal alleviates the strife
Between good and evil as he often mock the moon saying ''let's go save a life''.
The lycan of Uyo is that close friend you never really knew
That hero that rescued you from bandits that you wish you knew
That creature with a glaring eye that actually revived your poisoned son
That guardian angel, that huge dog you actually chased with a gun....
From those amber eyes torrid passionate glare pourin'
Crawling in the dark like a demon unleashed from Hell
Tormented in moon nights, forced out of his cell...
In tormenting gaits as if missing yesterday 'n' being carefree,
As if missing humanity and the jocund glee in irresponsibility
He often steals into the forest with teary eyes
Away from man and all his lies.
Often he will sit in a river bank howling and scaring the fishes
Or hunt wild pigs and snakes or watch the flashes
When fireflies light the forest
Or walk into mystic caves hidden from men and watch trolls rest.
He commune with spirits and fairies from Avalon
And watch over a young wolf predated by a python
He had lost his mom to the hunter's trap
The helpless little thing never left his telepathic map.
He is a loner with brown furs around his neck
They say it is the mark of an Alpha; that idea he scoffs and heck.
He just sit and listen to friends pulse rise with every lie
And down their fake gestures like broken notes in a tie.
He loves listening to girls gossip and see 'hem pretend.
He break into hospitals to 'miserables' life lend
By feeding 'hem his blood and see 'hem heal alleviates the strife
Between good and evil as he often mock the moon saying ''let's go save a life''.
The lycan of Uyo is that close friend you never really knew
That hero that rescued you from bandits that you wish you knew
That creature with a glaring eye that actually revived your poisoned son
That guardian angel, that huge dog you actually chased with a gun....
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