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Werewolves
All Hallows’ Eve, the thirty-first, and shadows dark abound.
The fog was lurking everywhere, the full moon could not be found.
I was walking through the park when I felt them all around.
And the night got very quiet ‘til I heard that awful sound.
And it sounded a lot like screaming.
And it sounded so very foul.
As the werewolves started changing
I could clearly hear them howl…
The men they were were altering into some form of beast.
And even when the change was done, the screaming never ceased.
Their eyes were sharp but haunted. There was nothing there of peace.
And then they yelled into the night looking forward to the feast.
And it sounded a lot like screaming.
And it sounded so very foul.
As the werewolves started changing
I could clearly hear them howl…
And I wished I could be dreaming. And I prayed it wasn’t real.
Oh, but I could hear the screaming as they hunted for their meal.
And I knew I should be running but I knew it was too late.
And I heard my heartbeat drumming as I waited for my fate.
All Hallows’ Eve, the thirty-first, I thought I’d met my death.
I felt the pain come over me with each and every breath.
I turned to see them watching me, like greeting an old friend.
Then I heard my heart start crying… for I was just like them.
And it sounded a lot like screaming.
And it sounded so very foul.
As the werewolves started changing
I could clearly hear me howl…
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Stephen Tefft
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