© 2026 Zax Dezignz Distributed by United Masters All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited. When plague or raiders reach the village gate, The elders chant my name though filled with hate. They leave a virgin offering in the glade, Knowing only I can make the darkness fade. I come as a monster, not as a noble knight. Fur black as sin beneath the pale moonlight. I slaughter every enemy in sight. Then slip away before the morning light. They burn my likeness when times are calm. Yet summon me again with desperate cries. I am their curse, their weapon, and their shame. The werewolf called when higher powers fail. One day they’ll drive a silver blade through me. And cheer as monsters finally set them free. Until that dawn I answer every plea. The beast they need but never want to see. The beast they need but never want to see… © 2026 Zax Dezignz Distributed by United Masters All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited.
