In the heart of the city, 'neath the moon's silver gleam,
Lies Fabricius, in shadows, caught in a dream.
By day, a man of strength, his spirit free,
But under the full moon, a panther, wild and free.
In the labyrinth of New York's bustling street,
Fabricius prowls, his human side to meet.
Yet as the moon rises, his nature takes hold,
A struggle within, a tale untold.
His ebony fur glistens in the moon's soft glow,
As instincts of the wild begin to show.
With every step, a battle waged,
Against the hunger, his human heart caged.
Through alleys and avenues, he roams,
Resisting the urge to claim his dark home.
For deep within, a flicker of light,
Guides him through the shadows of the night.
Fabricius, the werepanther, bound by fate's decree,
In New York City's heart, he fights to be free.
A man by day, a beast by night's command,
A tale of struggle, in a concrete land.