The moon hung, languid, in the sky,
The sun and dawn? A far-off cry.
My muscles turned, contorted, strained,
And suddenly, great strength I gained.
Clenching, painful, breathing stopped,
Every limb both creaked and popped.
My hair and skin turned flesh and fur,
My normal moan? A husky purr.
Beneath the moon I changed to beast,
And in the woods...
I began...
... To feast.
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The wolves are singing at my door. Shuddering down through my core. Lightning dancing down my back, Alpha, beta, the whole pack. The song is freedom, the song is life; Ripping through me like a knife.
I stepped into the room. It was full of impending doom. The wolves watched me. Licking their lips, the vampires did too. There was nothing I could do. There was a look in their eyes as if they knew.
Despite the pointed teeth, That were rather yellow, He seemed quite nice, A sweet-looking fellow. Ignoring the whole fact That every full moon, He'd howl the night away, But then it would resume.
A bloodcurdling sound cracks through the night,. A piercing howl, a dreadful sight,. Beast so pure, blood running through,. The dark side is cold, but awfully true,.
There's a change inside of me, And it's time to let this beast out. I feel this change as my muscles grow. My claws appear. All nice, sharp and tippy curled. My teeth fall out as new ones drop down.
I awoke to a darkness,. A night as black as death, armed with sword of cobweb. And a shield of gothic red. Oxford Witchlight comes,. Whispering in my head,. A wicked tale told by fools.
The moon looms above me, A blinding and lonely guide, The only thing I can see In this forsaken, wretched world. This place no one has ever been before.
@weirdwolf hope you don't mind your my muse today.
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