Werewolf
At each full moon,
I will soon be
A lunatic.
Covered in hair,
If you dare look,
I bare my teeth.
And on the prowl,
Hear me howling,
So foul to meet.
Jack horne for nette’s than bauk twilight
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2012
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