Transformation

I wake with a start

climb down a tree

my CLAWS seem to grow

or is it just me?

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As I sprint to the forest

my bones creak and crunch

a poor innocent deer

may be my night lunch

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I'm down on all FOURS now

my eyes have urned red

anything gets in my way

hey soon will be dead

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My FANGS drip with what

I think is blood

I don't care that my PAWS

are splattered with mud

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I'm now in the forest

I howl at the moon

I hope that my pack

does arrive soon

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My MANE has grown in now

so knarled and dirty

how many in my WEREWOLF PACK?

about half of thirty

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The others arrive

and after our "day"

I go home as HUMAN

and dream of new prey