Emotions were blowing in the wind
When I said goodbye
To the place that guided me through the forest
Before when I was alone
The darkness was frightening
For the spirits of werewolves stalked my path
The moon was full on the night
When my friend and I went looking for werewolves
I refused at first but with a gun leveled at my free will I proceeded as told
Now here I am, a product of everything he taught me
Everything he taught me about the werewolves
As I said goodbye to the place, I couldn’t help but wonder
Did it really go against my free will?
As better judgment took over, I knew the answer.