werewolf plee
sweet blood tastes bitter in your mouth
a prideful howl,
then you shout
"help me, oh sweet goddess Moon
the time for death
is much too soon!"
sweet goddess Moon hears your plee
"go my child,
now be free."
you thank her
then you run away
running for the break of day
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