Bloodlust: Blood Moon

A ruckus I hear, with murderous intent

After my life, is now bent

In fear I run, from that creature

It's face distorted with horrible features

A wolf's smile, plated gold

Bloodlust within it's heat, so bold

The icy glare sends a shiver down my spine

Before my life is never to be thine

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