Lycan
I can hear their hearts beating inside their heads
the stench of blood flowing beneath their dead
the roots of fear grow deep into the earth
and as the flesh rots the devil claims his worth
the pale moonlight beckons the beast
and the creatures of the night indulge in the feast
if flesh could turn to stone I would barely be eating pebbles
for I was once a man who stared into the piercing eyes of the devil
and as the eastern sky greets the morning sun
I am soon to realize that the devils deed has been done
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