I hear the werewolf cry and wail
As I look at the full moon
I know, the time is coming soon
And I’m just a bit too ready
My hair is fluttering back and forth
As I wonder what am I waiting for
A sound, a cry or something unheard
Waiting for me to unleash
The shadows around me darken
And the sound of approaching horror
Takes over my body
And a chill creeps through my neck
For, O God, I know
That something terrible is on its way
But what could I do but wait?
Since I have nothing to say
To wait is like piercing knives
Through my heart everytime
A sound comes or some wind chime
Strangles me with a rhyme
I hope it will come soon
The slaughter should not be awaited
And as I still remain restless
I realize it’s becoming day
The night will come again
To horrify me through itself
I will again be torn apart
Between the graves of the unrest
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