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Wolfwoods
in the moonlight
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Blood scent in the moonlight
night's whispers in the woods
hunting instinct active
all senses on alert
Blood not yet spilled calls
to my hungers
and hungers to be consumed
Concealed in shadow, poised
to pursue
more than just flesh, more than
sustinance
Exhilaration of the chase
exalt in mind numbed terror
blood excites and sharpens
the triumph of the kill
The woods are still and listening
await my bloodfed howl
The moon witnesses my victories
the sun merely my transformation
back to a lessor daylight creature...
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