Moonlit Curse of the Wolf Poem

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Beneath the moon's bewitching light,
A creature stirs, a fearsome sight,
A beast with fur, eyes glowing bright,
A lycanthrope, a creature of the night.
By day, a mortal, like any other,
But when the full moon rises, a change to uncover,
Bones crack, and muscles grow,
A transformation, an eerie show.
With fur as black as the midnight sky,
And eyes that gleam with a feral cry,
A hunger rising, a primal urge,
To hunt, to prowl, a beastly surge.
Through the woods, with stealth and speed,
A warewolf runs, with fangs to feed,
A creature cursed, both man and beast,
A life of shadows, a violent feast.
But in the morning, as the moonlight fades,
The warewolf retreats to the forest glades,
A human form, with no recollection,
Of the moonlit curse, and its savage reflection.
A tale of terror, a tragic fate,
A warewolf's life, a haunting state,
Forever torn between two worlds,
A creature cursed, as the moon unfurls.