The Werewolf
This ‘Thing’ fills with fright
It makes your bones crack
It rears back to bite
And everything goes black
Pain in your head
And you still see the ‘Beast’
Your not dead yet
But run before you’re its feast
Your arms soaked in blood
Your hearts pounding with fear
Your covered in mud
Watch out it’s almost here
It’s breath; you can feel it
It’s so very near
You’ve already been bit
So you shed on single tear
You wake up in bed
It’s nothing you feel
The ‘Thing’ you dread
Is not even read
Go back to your life
It’s all in the past
Go hug your wife
It’s over at last
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