Werewolf.
Grinning teeth and gleaming eyes,
he crouches in the trees
watching, watching, watching me.
There’s blood on his mouth
and fear in my eyes,
I feel it stirring in the air tonight.
This is the witching hour,
the moon is high,
there’s not one star up in the sky.
My heart beats faster,
I’m giving in.
I cannot fight him.
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