Tonight the moon is full; I howl.
The grays and azures scowl.
I want to wake to sunshine, yet
I wake to see the owl.
The night is long and I can't sleep
and though there's no one, I still hear feet.
I know the spirit's outside my door-
so I laugh and curse and challenge for more.
The depth of night is in my sight
and yet the moon must shine so bright
so I begin feasting on the devil's moonlight
I've won this battle but I've lost the fight.
I beg tomorrow's sun to come
yet fear reproach from my loved ones
for I won't see tomorrow's light
I'll sleep the day and wake to night.
The tragedy is one and all
won't know I need the hungry side of the silver awl
and so in silence the full moon stings
and I now the wolf, begin to howl and sing.
Old evil one, up so high in the sky
retire soon or someone will surely die
and by my hand, I know it's true
There's a reason we werewolves always cry:
Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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