The Wolf and the Lycan

There is a weird story,
one of a Lycan and a Wolf.
It is yet to be known
why the Lycan tracked down and hunted the Wolf
For Lycans are known to be selective hunters,
And wolves lonesome warriors

But the Bitch was skilled and bit
and the Wolf defended,
It was a battle of witt,
lost in advance,
for Lycan's skills and fangs
were superior
and caught the battleweary Wolf offguard

Fangs and claws
Kicks and rants
ecapes and evasion.
tactics left to the underworld.
She was stronger and soon limits were overcome
and walls were brough down.

Boundaries that should not have been
were crossed
and gates to the tides were opened
and there was no turning back.

Life took its toll
and there are stories, untold
for the hurt they convey
built bridges, not to be crossed
pathways that are to be forgotten

The battle lasted and lasted
deep into the night
And when Dawn was about,
the Wolf was down
and Lycan knew
the prey was hers for the smitting...

Staring into the fury of moment
She walked away...

So today there live many a tale
Of a Wolf that roams the plains
Like a ghost to the moon
it leaves no shadows...
for, if you look close enough
you will see,
that somewhere under the fur,
the Lycan bit...