By J.L. Moore
Wailing sounds pierce the night
Every month upon the full moon
Ravaged corpses lay about, strewn
Ember eyes filled with evil light
Wolfsbane keeps the beast at bay
Opportunity comes with a silver shot
Leave this place now, don't get caught
Fear the moon and pray for the break of day
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The Life Is In The Blood
कविताRanked #392 in Poetry 10/29/2016 Featured Story in @_Theveilednight_ Gripping Tales List Original poems, by (as my youngest son says) a 14 year old goth chick living in a 49 year old body. ATTENTION: If you are reading this story on any other platf...
