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Werewolf
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Even those who are pure at heart
And say their prayers at night
May become a wolf when the wolfs bane blooms
And the moon is full and bright.
Becoming a creature of the night
Whose existence is to man a plight
And can make a family
With but a simple bite.
Becoming a creature with hand and claw
And so terrifying to all who saw
That they run and it gives chase
On both foot and paw.
Becoming a creature who howls at the moon
And prowls outside at noon
Will hunt and play till but always finds
The dawn has come too soon.
Becoming a creature that likes to run
And hunts its victims just for fun
For when a mans day is over
His has just begun.
Become a creature it is said
That when u see its eyes glow red
Do not try to run away
Because you're already dead.
Become a creature that is a beast
And does not love you in the least
For when its hunger grows
On you it shall feast.
And say their prayers at night
May become a wolf when the wolfs bane blooms
And the moon is full and bright.
Becoming a creature of the night
Whose existence is to man a plight
And can make a family
With but a simple bite.
Becoming a creature with hand and claw
And so terrifying to all who saw
That they run and it gives chase
On both foot and paw.
Becoming a creature who howls at the moon
And prowls outside at noon
Will hunt and play till but always finds
The dawn has come too soon.
Becoming a creature that likes to run
And hunts its victims just for fun
For when a mans day is over
His has just begun.
Become a creature it is said
That when u see its eyes glow red
Do not try to run away
Because you're already dead.
Become a creature that is a beast
And does not love you in the least
For when its hunger grows
On you it shall feast.
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