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You can breathe in the music
The forest makes
The animals all scurrry
Under the moonlight shine
Something creeps in the shadows
Soon it appears
A man in ebony clothes
Curly black hair
One eye the color of a clear sky
The other like the bark on a tree
The moon casts a shadow
Over the man
Soon his body begins to quake
Limbs lengthen, teeth protrude
The hunger of blood and flesh deepens
The howl echoes in the forest
Beware...
The time of the were-wolf is upon us.