It Will Come Back

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When the master comes calling

For another meal

Better batten the walls

And secure the sills

For flesh will give way

To gnashing of claw and teeth

The beast howls and bays

And insanity is unleashed

A ravenous hunger

Gnawing down to the bone

A call louder than thunder

Do not be found alone

His reach, limitless

State or stature unheeded

Begging is frivolous

As the victim is bleed-ed

Every part is devoured

Taking even the soul

The will to destroy, empowered

Denying any human control

And he smiles with each strike

Revealing his true nature

A billed hook, like a shrike

Unlike any other creature

No feature familiar

No recall or care

He changes his figure

Completely covered in hair

And your taste is appealing

Sits at the back of his throat

Your skin he enjoys peeling

Letting your body bloat

Coming back later to feast

Savoring every morsel

Pieces stuck in his teeth

Eyes aglow, paranormal

And no one will stop him

Hypnotized by his spirit

His disguise vaguely thin

But no one will hear it

Consumed by his pull

And the need to be near him

A sheep disguised in its wool

So, beware of the werewolf

Good luck exposing his evil

He’s what nightmares are made of

Feeding on our fears, like a weevil

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Please, fire away.