On the nights of harshest light
When the sky shines brightest white
There comes a howl full and clear
That warns of terror lurking near
Sharpened teeth in gnashing jaw
Cracking stone with lengthened claw
Predator of man and beast
Indulging in a monthly feast
Since times of old the curse remains
Legends etched in bloody stains
Beware the wound on who survives
For when the next full moon arrives
Friends will fall and in their place
You shall find the Werewolf's face.
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A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoetryA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.
