Full moon's light is a grown man's fright. Beasts and ghouls prowl this evening, patience for blood is decreasing. But perhaps the most frightening beast of all, is one that will lead to mankind's fall. This beast with claws, fangs, and fur, slaughters man in a sanguine blur. This beast is fierce, yet misunderstood, for this beast hails from man, and lives in a wood. They howl at the moon, screaming their pain, their praying and charms were all in vain.
      As the moon sets in it's spatial bed, the beast turns back to man, horrible thoughts in his head. This man is but one, a curse his is bred, he ravaged a village, leaving them dead. For when the moon rises this man does fear, who will he kill? Someone he holds dear? Fur, fangs, and claws erupt from him, making his vision dim.
      He awakes in a farmhouse in a bed of hay, he’s scared and surprised, its the middle of the day. The militia catch him, and arrest, they are going to lay him to rest. Upon a cliff with a noose, the is preparing to let loose. As the sun falls, the man grins, he lets out a howl, that stabs like pins. The man drops, then a mighty crack, he flails, twists, and arches his back. His body lays there on the gulf, and that was the end, of the werewolf.

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