The Noctambulate

Deep in the shadows, the Noctambulate roves,

Beneath the silver moon, a cloak of night is laid.

"Lupus in Fabula," in moonlight, its prey it moves.

The werewolf's tale in the midnight hour evolves,

In this realm of night, another's fate they decide.

Deep in the shadows, the Noctambulate roves.

With lupine eyes, the mysteries of the night he resolves,

Vampyre awakes, a thirst for blood portrayed.

"Lupus in Fabula," in moonlight, its prey it moves.

As the day recedes and the night its power renews,

Bearing teeth puncturing the veins of the afraid.

Deep in the shadows, the Noctambulate roves.

In moonlight's silver, a peculiar truth he proves,

The creatures of the night, their world is displayed.

"Lupus in Fabula," in moonlight, its prey it moves.

Through the fabric of shadows, the Noctambulate weaves,

In its realm of mystery, tales of darkness are relayed.

Deep in the shadows, the Noctambulate roves,

"Lupus in Fabula," in moonlight, its prey it moves.