THE WEREWULF

MY JOURNEY'S END IS NEAR; AS THE LAST FEW EBBS OF DAYLIGHT DANCE
FLEETINGLY IN THE COOLING TWILIGHT, AND THEN SUDDENLY DART OFF TO
CHASE THE RED SINKING SUN.

BEHIND ME I FEEL NIGHT'S DARK ICY FINGERS SLITHER UP LONG LOOMING
SHADOWS, HIDING BEHIND LARGE MOUNDS AND BOULDERS, WATCHING MY EVERY
MOVE... SILENTLY WAITING... FOR DAYS I HAVE JOURNEYED FROM THE
REALMS OF THE JUNGLEWULF TO "KNIGHT LORE" CASTLE TO SEEK THE OLD
DYING WIZARD AND ASK FOR HIS HELP TO FREE ME FROM THIS DEATHLY
CURSE... FOR COUNTLESS NIGHTS I HAVE SLEPT CHAINED TO TREES TO KEEP
MY DEATHLY CURSE AT BAY, BUT NOW I AM HERE...






