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Werewolf Hunt
written by blackened_rose03:14 AM 3/7/05Moving threw the mid-night air
Smelling the fear drift up high
Watching with that glowing stare
As they wonder who's going to die.
The smell of promised blood drifts high
As animals flee from their homes
Hearing a little baby cry
As he's left all alone.
The tearing of a newborns flesh
The taste of liquid blood
How mortals survive with less
These senses fill like a flood.
The lunar song of hope
The song that brings us together
These problems that we cope
And this sudden pleasure.
Running threw the forest
And seeing the moon light whispers
Watching this night last
With the most upright horrors.
The gentle twing of pain
As your fur covers your body
This life you can't blame
As death you only see.
The gentle change in form
This beloved coat of fur
Your now full and warm
As your humanity fades to a blur.
The gentle slide into oblivean
The tug too taste blood and death
In the end it seems to win
As bloods what you have left.
Running threw the forest
With effortless speeds
Feelings of the worst
Soon come to leave.
But this night is never enough
For it ends so quickly
This life is long and ruff
But you welcome it lovingly |
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