The boy was looking at the glory of night
Only darkness was in his sight
But all he understood from it was the pure light
The clouds which had hidden the moon
Will be gone with the wind's power soon
He looked at the mirror within his room
Everybody thought being a werewolf means doom
He looked at his face in the mirror
He had grey hair and a ring in his right ear
Two dark rings around his eyes like black tears
And two shallow valleys under his eyes
Because of his restless nights
Firm and strong like a heavy metal
Against the Demons he stands tall
No one knew he was a werewolf but all thought he was evil
Even then all he thought about was redemption of his friends and people
He heard the call of the Unwavering night
Took his sword , bow and arrows
And jumped out through the window
He whispered: I'm the demise of the wicked and low
Sharpened his teeth
and felt the breeze
He looked to the window of the house on the other side
To the living place of a dark and unique mind
The room was so black that you would think there was no soul
But from the darkness appeared a boy with eyes like burning coal
They were best friends,The united souls
from opposite races with their lives in turmoil
Vampire and wolf ran with speed of wind
To the heart of the wild
to the place where no one has ever seen
To the place that to them the nature smiled
By Shayan Shahsavary