Lycanthropy

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The time is right
For it is night
It is time for the predator
To show his might

He wails in pain
As his appearance changes
He groans in agony
As his spine shakes

Those shining eyes
I've seen before
Away in a dream full of fairytales
Those familiar eyes looking back at me
Flooding my mind with distant memories

The sound of lycanthropes howling at the moon
Fills me with wonder
The pounding feet of hunters
Fills me with fear

Ahhhhhh!!! , Comes the shriek of prey
The delicious smell of blood fills the air
A dreadful beast comes to feed
Bam!!, Bam!!, It's on it's knees

This mighty beast
Now only a whimpering dog
With those beautiful Amber eyes
Lays in a puddle of blood as it slowly dies

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