11 - The Ritual (Part 1)

[Song - 11 off of the album "Wolf's Lament] "The choice is made; no pleas will sway, Your kind will rise or die today. Through fangs and blood, new life takes hold, A brutal gift to brave the cold. You cower now, but soon you'll see, A world remade through lycanthropy. The weak will perish, the strong will thrive, Submit to this, or none survive. A willing soul steps forth, afraid but resolute, The hybrid’s gaze sharp, his purpose absolute. With a vicious snarl, his fangs descend, A rending bite—the human’s end. The scream pierces air, raw and deep, Flesh torn asunder, pain runs steep. Her body crumbles, the world spins dim, Heartbeat falters—life slips from the rim. The crowd recoils, their fear now clear, But the hybrid stands, unmoved by their fear. A claw extends, sharp as a blade, He opens his own wound, his plan laid. He presses his ear to the chest, to hear, The fading pulse as death draws near. A single drop of blood, in the dying’s breath, At the moment of last, he staves off death. "What’s left of humanity is fractured and torn, But from this blood, a new dawn is born. I offer this curse, an eternal night, A chance to evolve, to stand and fight. Refuse, and watch your kin decay, The last of your kind will fade away. This is the pact, the final test, In this new world, you’ll find no rest." A murmur spreads, gasps fill the air, As the wound begins to heal, defying despair. Flesh knits together, a sight surreal, The human’s body, now beginning to feel— The pulse quickens, the blood runs hot, The regeneration starts—this is their lot. Eyes widen, skin begins to stretch, Bones shift, the curse now sets its wretch. Fingers elongate, nails sharpen to claws, A snout forms where a mouth once was. Fur sprouts in patches, thick as night, The air crackles with electric fright. The crowd recoils, the fear takes hold, As the human transforms, fierce and bold. Eyes burn with the hunger of the wild, No longer human—beast beguiled. But the hybrid stands, his voice commands, "Do not fear; let this be your hands. The change is brutal, yes, but true, The future is forged in blood anew." He presses down, his grip like stone, The werewolf’s form, now fully grown. “Embrace your fate, this world is torn, This is the new world, where we are reborn.”