I strip bare my clothes,
To reveal my black rose,
A tattoo of death and sorrow,
A symbol of past memories,
A look of hope into tomorrow.

The Black Rose upon my breast,

A single tear escapes my eye
As my heart and soul cry,
For the gift of life,
Has been taken from me,
Now I must set my dreams free.

As my screams of denial and pain,
Streak across the night,

In the dark of the night
She comes to me,
A phantom of desire and destiny,
Cloaked in shadows of grey and white,
Her beauty pure as light.

Whispers of past longing,

My brothers, this tale I weave is for you.
For our wolves.
I have felt the call of the wild,
It has grown stronger over time; it becomes overwhelming.
The hunger has crawled through my body,

You have shown me everything, but this…
A world fallen,
A place of hell, and darkness
Where men rape women,
And children are beaten.
A place of violence and hatred,

In the darkness of the night I walk,
Shackled to this plane by fears of my mind,
Whispers of horror and tales of shadows plague me,
The world is bleak and grey,
Filled with death and pain,