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by SH3S fiNAllY H3R3 l0V3 U N3NA Nov 28, 2007
Dark, fantasy /
When the blue moon comes out at midnight,
The werewolves come out under it's light
All that show fear,
Hide or disappear.
They roam through the forest,
Hunting for their meal.
They eat whatever they find,
Not caring what they eat.
Every living creature,
Fear these horrible creatures.
They have nowhere to run,
When the warewolf draw near.
If they really existed in real life,
There would be killings everyday.
Because when the blue moon falls,
The werewolves come out to attack.
*Nov. 28, 2007*
by Diva the Chiropteran Queen and a Brokencyde and a Twilight Fan
Nice work! keep up the good work
by Big hersh
This is somehow interesting though some mistakes are quite visible and the flow is kinda weak, but really, I liked it coz I get what this poem wants to portray. . .
Wow another great poem...very dark but i liiked it!!!