Through the Trees
I hear something in the night, I sense something on the ground.
I feel something in the air, I know something is around.
I stop and listen to the leaves, I can hear the beating of my heart.
The moon light shines through the trees, I see something move about.
I move slowly toward the shape moving through the trees.
I hear desperation and fear, smell sweat in the breeze.
I hear a crack of branch, a painful scream.
I tear away the branch, it falls to its knees.
It turns to see, it screams.
It crawls along the floor, tears whimpering painful wheeze!
I put it out of its misery.
This werewolf needs to feed.
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