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Moonlight glistens on the shadowy form as it prowls;
Darkness deepens as a lone wolf howls.
The wind catches its breath in shuddering fright
At that which lurks hidden in the night.
Hunger blazes luridly in soulless eyes,
As man assumes lupine guise.
The transformation is soon complete;
Now the horror prowls on four feet.
Silently stalks the werewolf, seeking to slay,
Hot blood it thirsts for, manlings its prey.
A snarl of gloating laughter as it lunges;
Into soft manflesh its muzzle plunges.
Demonic Fiend cloaked in mortal form,
Its speed like lightning, its fury the storm.
Blasphemous union twixt man and beast;
Beware lest you become its feast.
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