The night of moon full, is here today,
and has brought with it,
the zeal to kill,
And quench my thirst - Ere day.
At even, the dark is my cover;
Thenceforth, i'm on the prowl,
seeking a hapless soul,
whom i shall contendedly savor.
The hunt is a game,
played only by me,
as unknown is the, prey to be,
For the beast in me, is let untame.
And when daybreak draws me,
from the clutches of dark,
A man of honor, become I;
until the night of moon full
draws out again, the evil in me!
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