Wolf Man
The night is eerie with red visage of harvest moon
That illuminates small clearing not far from nearby dune
There stands statue of a colossal goon
As by the sea whispers its ravages ballad six category typhoon
Above the camp fire where flickers of light dance
The soul they can put in trance
Kind of mesmerizing and enchanting is the dance
But this is no romance
The goon looks at the moon which follows the sun
Black moon black sun
The skin of the wolf king is put on and bone chilling howl rocks the canyon
The transformation has begun
The best strangely on the flesh it does not need to feed
Of mesmerizingly supernatural he is seed
What gives him strength is reflected in the moon need
And reflected in black sun king of spirits also the power will feed
The wolf man stands ten feet muscular looks at the moon
To all the diseases material or spiritual he is immune
His breath pushes away the typhoon
The most eerie and awesome has been this afternoon
The beasts’ eyes abyss of soul reflect
His mission from the zombies is to protect
The living dead will not stay unchecked
And victory in Armageddon from wolf man one should expect
He turns to Stonehenge looking at the moor
Soon the moor will be covered with blood for sure
The Stonehenge has its eerie allure
And the victory the king spirit through Stonehenge will ensure
Everything Halloween
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