When the moon is full
Near Halloween one late night
Unless you are a fool
You should be full of fright
A tortured person howls
As they become a raging beast
Beware the creature that prowls
About on the lonely streets
When werewolves roam about
Searching for fresh meat
Make sure beyond a doubt
That you they do not eat
You can only hurt them
With a weapon of silver strong
From them you should run
Or they will do you wrong
They will rip you limb to limb
Just to eat the juicy parts
It’s a situation grim
A form of evil art
So on a night the moon is full
beware of creatures mean
There is just one grisly rule
Don’t mess with a supernatural being
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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