by Terry Kimbrell
Red glowing eyes on a moonlit night;
The thirst for blood burns inside.
Silent and swift you move through the shadows,
Looking for your depravity to be satisfied.
Your curse inherited from the devils mark;
Not asked for but attained all the same.
Transformed into a beast of hell;
Pure evil manifested in wolf-like frame.
Unknowing victims your fangs destroy;
Devoured in their fear and disbelief.
The last gasp of life the predator's goal,
And the bloodlust a temporary relief.
Remember as you walk down a moonlit lane;
With the sounds of darkness all around.
Beware of the cursed one who roams the night;
Your image in red glowing eyes could be found.
(c) 1998 Terry Kimbrell. All rights reserved.
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