Day Of The Wolves Poem by Sans Serif

When the full moon rises
We will flee our homes.
Running through the wilderness,
Into us, the wilderness comes.
Turning us into what is feared
Though tis only human emotions
But, to its protection,
Is our devotion.
The only thing between ours
And their peace
Is the tales that are told,
Not us in the least.
As the full moon turns white
That's when we are here
For the glory of the deeds
That cause them such fear.
We scatter across the land
And protect our fellow man.
We are shunned in society
And we are labeled as demons
Yet, our own labors
Have made you free men.
Now as the full moon rises
And a howl is heard in full,
Think not of your danger,
It is we, the Werewolves.