Gabriel-Wolvendrake

The Muridae are a race of rodents that evolved over millions of years below the surface of ____, They have grown and prospered in the darkness, learned the ways of survival in the harshest environment. Early in their history, in the days when they were still very primal, they prayed to the Gods above, they who caused the ceiling and the rock to flow, they who brought water from above to grow their fields and made the light crystals shine. It was these Gods that led the Muridae to an existence of peace and prosperity, that they learned how to grow food and store water, it was these Gods that brought the Muridae into the light and away from the

From birth this child is torn By Hells wrath or by heaven scorn Into the darkness he shall walk and within the light he shall stand Into darkened light he shall fall and to nye a side doth he carry a brand With soul divided in a most infant state To both devils and angels he can relate This burden he must bare, a most cruel fate Many a problem shall this conflict create Holy books and scripture he shall read Within the darkest of dreams shall breed A mask shall be donned and a beast shall long to be freed Now a young man, with hidden darklight, hides from all they believe is absurd From behind the mask a most horrid scream goes un

Into the mirror I see Surely this cannot be me A mask I wear, of it I wish to be free For so long my heart has been torn This wretched mask I have worn I have lived so long through others eyes Fooled myself, told myself so many lies Pressure builds. Problems in my life it starts to make The pressure, it’s too great. Something I must do for my sake The mask becomes weak and begins to break The Shards they fall away, to the ground the shatter How others view me, it’s no longer a matter Between then and now I’d much rather take the latter The final shard falls away Truly this day is a great day Bright forth all, com

Nights Call I can here it, nights call It beacons me in this cool night of fall It wants me and I want it Here, in this spot, I can no longer sit. I have the urge to feel the cool night air flow over me I want to feel the moons light and by it, see I need to run through the night under the moon so bright. The wolf in me has come into being giving me a new way of seeing it too has called me to the night to enjoy all its bliss and sight I heed their call and run in to the night I can feel the cool night air over me I can see the moon shining bright as a wolf I finally know what it is to be My heart has become stronger and more