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Lycanthropy

Werewolves on the run

By Mark Stigers Published about a year ago 1 min read

On the night of the full moon,

I change to half wolf half man.

Then I bring the wicked doom,

from those of us who are damned.

I will rip you limb to limb,

inhuman is my guile.

Your future will become very grim,

as do to you things so vile.

I will eat your juicy bits.

You will be destroyed.

By terror you should be gripped,

I’m a horror, an evil deployed.

A silver weapon you must use,

to attack me in my dimension.

That way you won’t lose

your only damaging connection.

I am a creature of the night.

In your nightmares I will loom.

I am a terrible fright,

seen by the light of the moon.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Mark Stigers

One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona

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