Of fur and fullness:

While they are howling to the moon.

This mighty beast, the Loup Garrou.
Whose fangs might end my life too soon.
His racing claws begging me, "what to do?"
To save my life or let it trough.

And will I change or bite the dust.
Become the beast of hunger and lust.
Or find my grave as I must.

Six feed under changing only to dust.

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