Do you run?
Do you run through the night?
Not in groups with spandex but
Under the stain of the sour moonlight
Where the trees become monsters metaphorically
I run from the serpent
Despite my speed
he is always underfoot
His black skin dull under the streetlight
Are you a Lycan like me?
This dark world looks better through nocturnal eyes
Where the goblins and ghouls have no place to hide
Rather than the chirp and sing
Do you prefer the wooded song of thorax on wing?
In a frightening world
It helps to be a monster
Still, you must smile and hide your fangs
Trim your claws and speak softly
Wait calmly for the brazen moon to rise
Are you a monster like me?
You better be