By The Light Of The Silvery Moon

Once a month, when comes a full moon, Lupine auras fill the night;
They infiltrate selected recipients, who are transformed until turns light!
For in their bodies lives a rare gene, passed down millenniums ago;
Till dawn they become a Werewolf, spreading fear where e’er they go!
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Their power is almost omnipotent, no man dare them try attack;
For their mighty jaws will rip him, found dead upon his back!
Even safety of many numbers, stalking one in groups of ten;
Will end up very tragically, a mound of deceased men!
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The only way to defeat one, is by a silver bullet in his heart;
But you only get one chance for a bulls-eye, miss, and the World you part!
So if you decide to be a hero, make sure your aim is true;
For with the slightest misguided missile, we’ll be saying goodbye to you!
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A full Moon tonight
Made my silver bullet find
The heart of the Wolf