Creature Feature
Swallow hard or sip your fear
Many different ways my dear
Taste a couple every day
and soon they'll all just slip away
Ooh the dark or closed in places
Higher ground and scary faces
As a child, real they were
gnarled werewolves thick with fur.
Men who swore with raving madness
killed their women, raw with passion
Older shows the blood was grey
Scares me silly to this day
Drink with me around the clock
Shade the windows, make it dark
Cozy now I know we're safe
and yet still I'll hide my face
To the taste, my fear, it's pure
Facing it's the only cure...
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