The full moon beckons,
my body responds to the calling.
I feel the pull of the tide within me;
it is my night, I am its slave.
The troubling shift of physical,
my power surges on this unlucky date;
unlucky for some, not for me,
I am able to become me.
I slink through darkened streets,
they shrink in fear of my wakening.
I stalk with terror eyes;
my fiery gaze caresses and they recoil from my heat.
I shred flesh with sharp claws and teeth;
Blood flows, bones snap.
My hunger quenched,
I clean the remnants from my maw.
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