The Lycanthropic Life
Ever since billions of years ago my transformation is in tune with Cycles of the Moon,
Paintly waiting Daylight for everything to become frightful and Shadowy Soon,
Spiteful Doom there is no need to put a Rival in Tomb,
Mutual Muscles and Skeletal System mutating through the Spectacular Phases,
Olfaction keener than the average Human Elevating undergoing Glandular Changes,
Polymorphing Capsular Cases from Supernatural Races,
Ocular Glazes Trance you like Arcane Incantations from Oracular Mages with Scapular Braces,
aim to wipe out all Granular Traces inside these Triangular Mazes,
Look deep into my eyes and when you See the Spark you Been Marked,
My deligh begins every night when the skies get Real Dark,
They find my victim Stipped in Parts with Incomplete Hearts,
My Cranium is harder than Uranium Walls, Jaws are Hackers like Titanium Saws,
Pack of wolves that scared to Brawl Only Gaze in Awe as i'm Feasting on Brains Raw,
A Wes Kraven Forsaken Existence getting buffer and buffer got them Scared like some Chickens,
Licking lips after Each meal getting rougher , See me and escape just to appear Quaking and Stricken,
Vividlly Swift, A close encounter leaves you looking like being thrown on top of Blades Gyrating and Spinning,
Butchering Massive Bulls including stupid mastives too for exposing their Mean Bark,
My claws are sharper than Jagged Cleats to Slaughter and Chop Meat,
Across Creeks Roaming on the outlandish unexplored mountains Tracks and Fields...