Wolfgirl

Shadowland, day 9
 I keep to write about the bride,
 A mother of moonkind
 I have search
 Since dawn of mankind
 Man has to hide at night
 Curse of the moon
 Corpses every month
 Lie in the woods
 bited and pulped
 An endless hunt
 The theets that blunt
 She howl at night
 You point the sight
 Her breathing behind your dirty neck
 The Wolfgirl is coming to infect
 Shadowland, day 12
 I keep to delve into the shelves
 I've found a spell, I've found a damn
 Cast by a witch against a madam
 "Oh sweetheart, sweet gem
 You killed the wolf that ate your lambs
 So I curse you
 To realize how poor we are
 Without some fight
 Inbreed the innocents
 Biting the blood vessels
 Look at the beast you are
 An hairy wolfmoon madam
 Remember rotten heart"
 I look at night to see the light
 Of the moon, my enemy
 I feel thrill, I feel ill
 My nails are growing fast
 Time for the beast
 I feel the rage