There’s a killer
in the woods.
With great fangs
and bulging yellow
eyes.
It’s claws easily
tear through flesh
of the prey it
stalks in the
night.
It’s howls fill
the air, aimed
at the glowing
disk in the night
sky.
One bit, and you
wear the curse
for as long, or
short as you
live.
Beware the full moon,
beware the forest, stay
away from him, he’ll
rip your lungs out,
Jim.
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