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A werewolf
drenched in
the moon's soft velvet glow
as he glides through a forest of giants.

Silhouettes flit between the mountain shrubs
and rustle skeletons of leaves.

A clearing is exposed
with a light breeze dancing its way
through slender blades of grass.

He shuts his eyes
and raises his head
into the summer night sky
hoping to see
a full disk of icy greys and whites
swimming in a sea of scintillating stars.

Eyelids twitch open,
and hopelessness shrouds the nocturnal beast
as he strides back into the darkness.




Where's my full moon.