My life is like a surreal and distant dream,
wavering like a shadowy mist upon the distant hills.
Transforming itself into a myriad of strange shapes,
as I wander aimlessly across the white hot sands of time.
I find no reason nor rhyme for why I am what I am,
'til at last the sun sets behind the hazy mountains,
and I become what I was meant to be in the darkness of night.
The feared and reckless creature of people's wildest imaginations,
the reincarnation of evil known as the werewolf.
Donavon Scott Vinson