WEREWOLF

The full moon rises, among the stars of the East,

As my body transforms, into that of the beast,

My howling from the darkness, can now be heard,

The evil cry of legend, described in ancient word,

Once again the beast, bringing death to the night,

Causing all that fear me, to hide till morning light.

 

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From Manorkill, New York, writing is my hobby.
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