Becoming the beastA Poem by Death's PoetCome here Quickly Dear? Oh does this sight fill you with fear? Oh no my boy, don't you run Bring out the beast, this will be fun Howl at the moon and run from the sun Aren't my claws so sharp and they shine Lay down human skin at the werewolves shrine Blood flowing through your veins like wine That's it, just kneel right there You're too enticed by power to care That you're trading in an appearance so fair To become a hallowed beast
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Added on June 21, 2017 Last Updated on June 21, 2017 AuthorDeath's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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