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Chapter 1:- Werewolf Poem
The Wolves’ Joyful Bliss,
Waiting for the Full Moon’s Kiss,
Call to your Midnight Mistress
O’ Hollow Wanderer of the Night,
Fill your Soul with the Moon’s pale Glow,
Caress, your Flesh became Fur,
Your Bones no more Brittle than Stone,
Call to the Night, your Weakness No More.
The Wolves’ Joyful Bliss,
Waiting for the Full Moon’s Kiss,
Call to your Midnight Mistress
O’ Hollow Wanderer of the Night,
Fill your Soul with the Moon’s pale Glow,
Caress, your Flesh became Fur,
Your Bones no more Brittle than Stone,
Call to the Night, your Weakness No More.
