Fear Feeds the Beast
The wolf man cometh hairy, dank, and musk.
It’s the chill that enters your spine after dusk.
He is coming to get you on this full moon lit night.
Its waiting for you in the shadows, and out of sight.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, and to your surprise.
He will appear with a blank cold hard look in his eyes.
With fangs, and claws at the ready for your premature demise.
It is our own fear the beast feeds on, that we'll come to realize.
"Wolf Man the beginning" by Edwin Baldwin
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