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Lycanthrope

What happened to me when the full moon shone bright
I seem to have lost the whole of the night
I've no recollection of what did transpire
but I feel that what happened was really quite dire

When I awoke at the first light of dawn
I found that my clothes were all tattered and torn
Why is it I'm lying flat on the floor
and why are there scratches all over the door

There's blood on my clothes but I haven't a scratch
and the back of my hands have a dark hairy patch
Why do I feel so full and replete
when all yesterday I had nothing to eat

I've slept through the day and now I feel strong
I feel a change coming before very long
I feel that my time will be coming quite soon
and then I will hunt by the light of the moon

But why is that mob out there in the street
and why, on my door, do they hammer and beat
Why are they yelling, what have I done
and why has he got that bloody great gun

Why does the darkness descend upon me
and why is this red mist all I can see
What is this blood lust I seem to be getting
when I look out the window and see the sun setting

What is this itching I have on my face
and why do hairs sprout all over the place
Why do my teeth grow long in my jaws
and my fingernails lengthen into sharp claws

Do they not know that I can't be destroyed
Stab me with knives and I'll just get annoyed
I'll slash them and rend them and cast them aside
They'll be running in terror when my jaws open wide

Why does he stand there pointing that gun
If he had any sense he'd turn round and run 
Why does my roaring not fill him with dread
Does he not know I'm immune to hot lead

So why do I feel this unbearable pain
as he fires that gun again and again
How could I have known that gun did contain
those damn silver bullets that just entered my brain

Copyright © Rob Biden | Year Posted 2014

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