Full Moon Over Werewolf

Full Moon Over Werewolf short poem

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Full moon in the sky, curse of the werewolf on the rise
And the poison runs through his veins and then
The man becomes the beast once again…
FULL MOON OVER WEREWOLF going in for the kill
Tearing through the mountains and hills, on the heels
Of his next bloody meal, all the stories you’ve heard
Are true, so please don’t go out tonight if you don’t
Have to, if you value your life ’cause there is a FULL
And across the country side you can hear the
Tormented howling, let that be a warning for the
Curse of the werewolf can happen to almost anyone
In any neck of the woods, I sure would hate to
See it happen to you…
Evil comes in many forms and this one is the Devil’s
Starving to death…
Full moon in the sky, curse of the werewolf on the

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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