Blood stained teeth,
Under the silver moon light.
I wait on rooftops,
Time for your fright.
I jump down and howl,
Mingled with your scream.
Gurgling as a rip your throat out,
I've seen what most haven't seen.
Full moon illuminates me,
As I dodge every tree.
You know that you're dead,
If you ever see me.
So beware of the wolf,
The Lycan, The Man.
He can kill painfully,
Like no-one else can.
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