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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was out walking in the park When something grabbed me from the dark I felt its fangs tear into my flesh I could smell the blood, sickly fresh It is quite strange, but at the time I did not realize the blood was mine This thing tore at me with razor claws Had my throat within its jaws As I was about to breathe my last This thing was startled by a shotgun blast I awoke in hospital the next day I was attacked by a “savage dog” they say Apparently, that night it had attacked before Three people lay dead in the morgue next door They shot at the beast and away it ran They said “I was a lucky man” About one month later, around four weeks or so I was recuperating under a full moon glow Suddenly a blinding rage filled my head My toes and fingers grew and spread Then something forced me onto all fours As my hands and feet turned into paws I could feel my bones bend and crack As hair sprouted down my arching back Sharpened fangs, my nose grew in length I could feel within me growing strength Senses heightened, smell and sight And I was off into the night Now I hunt, I am on the prowl I announce my presence with a piercing howl I leap and pounce on my unsuspecting prey They have no chance to run away I rip and tear with a satisfied growl I bite and gnaw, I disembowel Relishing in the guts and gore But, my hunger burns, I will catch more They should not be out after dark On a full moon, walking in the park I’ll rip and tear, I’ll shred their flesh Ah, that sweet, sweet blood, so sickly fresh. ©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
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