The werewolve
The dark night
The moon rising bright and shine
The colors on branches
The shadows of many sinful lives
Far in the distance
The howling of the greedy predators
They run for the gravy train
Let no others should take a share
The dark night
The shadows whisper
The wind carrying its messages
“Bow to me; I am your lord”
The power surges inward
The flow of internal turmoil
The losing ground of inhabitation
The howling in the dark night
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