Howling at the moon
late in the night
claws reaching out in a sensational fright
face ripping, bone from the skull
gnashing teeth, a fearful fight
torso stretched beyond humanity
a scary sight for all to see
Tasting flesh for the very first time
enjoying the taste and drinking the wine
sensational hunger never feel full
rip out the innards and eat them all
wicked foul beast crossed with a fool
lean strong and amazingly tall
Woken naked in a field of wheat
mouth soured by the taste of meat
reminiscing from the feast afore
reality of destruction a nightmare of gore
futuristic mire from a wanton desire
for the taste of flesh and the need to sire
greedily eaten hungry no more
bones shortened lengthy and sore
head pounding with conscious guilt
bloodened battle crushed them into silt
rewarding to touch an eternal hope
live forever off a human host
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