Crawling along your spine
It’s only a matter of time
The nights howling wind
Calls to the beast within
Under the eclipsed moon
Shape shifting will begin
Shredded clothing strewn
A shocking transformation
Beyond wild imagination
The hunger pangs persist
Impulses won’t be denied
Sleek predator of the night
Keen senses easily guide
Salivating for the first bite
Stalking through the streets
Hunting human flesh to eat
Now, he’s got you in sight
You can’t run for your life
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Unfortunately for such force, I can run for my life….turn strong and fight good!!!
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Wow! Exactly the kind of spooky stuff I like!
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Loving the look and feel of this poem. And just in time for Halloween! Bravo 👏
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Oh this is good work! Nice and chilling
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Beautifully haunting piece you have written. Good work!
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Excellent
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