Strigoi Vii Poem by Arik Fletcher

Wolves, we walk amongst the sheep,
Draped in smiles that hide our fangs,
Cloaked in manners and good deeds,
All to hide our hunger pangs,

Night, our home and natural realm,
Striving to be more than beast,
Keeping distance from the herd,
Deep in darkness where we feast,

Safe, we stay amongst our kin,
Sharing life with those who know,
Bonds that cross our mortal years,
Love that lasts and ever grows,

Truth, a dream we long to see,
Healing this most ancient scar,
Walking tall amongst the lambs,
Showing who we really are.