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Ray of Night Contest, Prompt 3 Thumbnail moon,
shining bright through the trees lights the night. Dance of death neath the moon lighting evil coming soon. Rush of wind, hooting owls. In the woods eerie howls. Loup-garou; urge to feed. Stalking prey; blood his need. Shifting shapes. Spell is cast. Enraged now; coming fast. Gnashing teeth, yellow eyes, fetid breath, wolfish guise. Lycanthropy, Myth or fact? Is it real, Or just an act? Come tonight. Dance with me. Man or beast? you will see. If you dare to be brave, you will rest in your grave.
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