Uncontrollable Urges
When the full moon strikes the first blood of night
He laps his soul in delight and howls deeply
As the forest calls to him to come and feast
He sees the dawning of realization focusing
To his credit and others the werewolf cannot help
This sordid shape he takes when evil calls
So, if I happen upon one tonight I shall weep
For I know my time would be through
And the animal in him guides his lonely sight.
A personal blog with my horror/sci-fi poems, short stories, heavy metal lyrics and personal posts.
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