From between the rusted iron bars,
his arms protruded out,
he chokes, face hidden in the hazy room,
amidst the smoke, silently loud,
.
his eyes, glowed red, with fury, vengeance,
from the whole world a war,
the lightning flickering upon his soul,
revealed his bloody face, burning scars,
.
teeth tightened with smirk, he groaned,
this is the end, not me but you,
i was not borne to die this way,
my full moon is now shining through,
.
hell will rise for his master to save,
from hell to hell will hell persuade,
pain will cry for pain to stop,
blood will pour forth from the blade,
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looking at the chains which engulfed his body,
He laughed; his voice tore the prison,
The wolves replied, so did the thunder,
And silence sank into oblivion
.
Masked faces with sharp silver,
All with expressions as grim as can be,
Arrived, unperturbed by the deathly laugh,
Held the prisoner, never trying to set free,
.
Sound of March slowly faded away,
And the silence in the prison prevailed again,
Outside, the prisoner was being dragged,
On his face, although no sign of pain,
.
from darkness to light, as they moved him,
voices raised, the crowd hailed,
the crowd cheered this awaited death,
and more amusement in his eyes sailed,
.
he moved his tongue on his black dry lips,
trying to taste the whole situation,
the sacred place, laid in front,
where he was to be guillotined,
.
a flash of silver lightning,
and torn clothes rose in the air,
the muscular mass, with tinge of darkness,
unleashed, the true beast appeared
.
held by strength, as the full moon shined,
he was made to lay his head,
on the blood stained block, where several died,
where several cried, as they lay dead,
.
the vultures waited, for the pieces of flesh,
their beaks were to be his sepulchre,
no sign of guilt, no sign of fear,
this man loved the incoming torture,,,
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As the eyes of him, touched the moon,
Heart thumped no more, no more time ticked,
Thick, red, bloody eyes, pounded, enlarging,
So was seen, that smile, so wicked,
.
Bathed in moonlight, his body grew more,
Canines made their way to breathe in open,
Slowly, the beast transformed into another
More furious, strength indomitably deepened,
.
Stood now he, unchained, liberated,
He howled, tearing the crowd’s silence,
Sniffed the air, now amused, with a groan,
This lycanthrope, now, fear he could sense,
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corpses laid, under his feet, as he howled again
crushed heads, lone necks filled up the place,
in between this slaughter, he stood head high,
laughing at himself, master of disgrace,
.
a spark was seen at a distant horizon,
which grew more intense, and the fire thrived,
a sword introduced into his heart,
and on his knees, this werewolf arrived,
.
i came here to see you, my friend,
now let it go, your soul is released,
master of heaven for the master of hell,
my friend, this time, you rest in peace…
Ashhar 