This full moons ration

[TheRuddyRaku!]

A howl erupts this moonlit night,
as in the dark cubs cower in fright.
my adrenaline,
at its peak, its height,
I am the werewolf monthly, but just for tonight.

And thus I give a painstaking groan,
Sneaking up, while you are alone,
HARK! hear my abysmal cry,
as it echoes bleakly,
across the night sky.

Listen closely, to my shrieks, My roar,
Filling your terrified ears once more,
My tattered jacket,
torn and tight,
Yes, I am the werewolf now, tonight.

And yet, here you stand, all alone.
Invading, my wolf-like home,
I see you, I hear you,
I smell your fright,
My understanding, you die tonight.

At once, my paws grind into action,
My howl sends your gut into contraction,
You bleed while you scream,
Scream while I dream,
The werewolf, Now with this full moons ration.

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