Wolves are howling,
Bats are screeching;
I thirst for blood,
As I rise from my coffin.
Lo and behold,
The man who's pale and blue;
Rising from the cursed grave,
Seeking for his eternal meal.
But as I look on the moon,
Something's changing;
My body filled with hair,
As well as my long, brown tail.
Yes, I'm a vampire,
Raised by a werewolf;
But as the blood moon rises,
I long for some fresh, bloody flesh.
Howl, all of you,
Surging to the pack of wolves;
Killing all the humans I saw,
Drinking the blood I wanted to pour.
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PoesíaMay mga bagay sa atin na hindi kailanman mabubura. Ang mga alaalang nagbabalik, mga karanasang kay pait, at higit sa lahat, ang mga pangakong nawaglit. Sa akdang ito, muli mong mararanasang magmahal, masaktan at muling makatayo sa sariling mga paa. ...
