Some tales are very old, and yet they do not die;
Do not fade away or turn to dust in the light of day.
Tell me to your sons they cry, make me live I implore you,
So I become the stuff of legends and often much more too.

To live on, add infinitum, through the new blood of successive generations,
Perpetuated, ingratiated into the very lore of the community
Vampire like, from death, assured immunity,
Vicariously you dream your dreams of immortality through them.

From the deeds of Vlad rose Dracula and others,
Blood brothers so to speak, unique beings if you please
And through the centuries, times of war, pestilence and disease,
These creatures survive, remain alive.

How is it in this new millennium they still exist?
Amid the threat of AIDS they remain unscathed
They can reveal themselves as man, bat or wolf,
And Brother Wolf innately knows the sick and dying.

Black dogs, fierce hounds of hell be gone,
Your protection is not needed
Your ferocity has been superceded,
By OUR protector, MY savior, BROTHER WOLF.

KOTAH.