The Very Last Werewolf

Come hither child,look,can you see,the canine blood that flows through me.
The yellow eyes which hide behind the polluted thoughts of a human mind,
a muffled howl which soars the wind,has been forgotten and pushed within.
The blackened fur you cannot see,should actually cover the surface of me,
and ancient knowledge which coats my mind,has been killed off,like all my kind.
And as you watch and wait to see the moon to start the change in me,
i hide away and dare not stir,for the moons pure purpose is now to lure.
Now come here child,but do not fear,please do not shead that fearful tear,
for only a child can see me true and unsheath my spirit through and through.
So savour your view,for my kind are gone,and the very last Werewolf has now,
passed on.

(C)Lakota,2003