The Werewolf
I am stepping quietly as the moon rises.
I am the killer, I’m nobody’s brat.
I am the winner who does not take prizes.
Guess who is guilty, I won’t deny.
I am the wildest creature of nature.
How many lives do you have? I have nine,
I am the one who’ll never get mature.
But when the moon is gone off the sky,
I turn into the human, the purest one.
I can feel my heartbeat, my pain makes me die
As you are the werewolf whose guide is the sun.
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