they hunt me by the yellow light of moon

I am a monster plaguing their village 

consuming hearts of innocent residents 

& feeding from the foolish bravura of men

 

I am what legend makes me — a primal 

pariah, misunderstood. I refuse mercy,

take my victims full by their thick throats 

now held delicate between teeth. one snap of

 

my jaws and their lifeblood flows inwards,

wolfsbane beckons further, new identities.

only silver bullets embedded in my heart 

could stop me forever, otherwise I remain 

 

in many lifetimes. I will rise, as if incarnate

again, so long as the birth is worth the pain. 

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