A Toast For Halloween
And with this toast on Halloween
A creepy drink of black and green
The smoke that rambles witches’ brew
Will find its way to capture you
For as you sip this wolves’ delight
Upon this most unworldly night
You may begin to understand
The taste of leg and arm and hand
It takes not much to feel the change
And then to know what else is strange
When you can touch your hairy chin
The mangled teeth contained within
Too late to drop this cup of fear
The urge to hunt and kill is here
Lycanthropy is very real
The moon is full of your first meal
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2022
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