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Lycanthrope Dreams
The moon is full
I cannot sleep
I sit and ponder
Here in my keep
There once were werewolves
Rumors have said
In a distant time
But are they all dead?
Or did they evolve
Over century's past,
To walk among us,
Cured at last?
So tell me now,
Do you feel the pull,
To howl at the moon
When it is full.
poem
by
M. Rose Davis
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