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Poetry/Short Stories

Moon Light

By: Denzel0078539713@aol.com

The moon always hides its pleasured delights,
when in full bloom its a full moon,
for terror and fear break into the mortal,
the werewolf prowls around the darkest areas,
hiding from the modern life,
for the un-weary or dozy dreamer this can be the
end for them,
the wind howls down the bare street thinking himself
gods best creation wait till the wolf has had enough of anticipation,
to all who doubt and fear the worst the moons silver tint would be
the end of a sad a pitiful life as for us we live where
the worlds a fool for many have done the same in the
past and trespassed into our moon light for you i see in front would be
best lunch