The Moonlight Beast

When the moon is full and clear

The earth is quiet and reeks of fear

There is no fun there is no cheer

Unless you smell of smoke and beer

 

The beast is lurking the beast is great

The drunkard leaves the tavern, seals his fate

The beast has no tricks and needs no bait

The man is nowhere near his household gate

 

The beast is tired of this mindless fool

His jaw is covered with blood and drool

The drunk turns and loses his cool

The beast lunges over more frightful than the fearsome ghoul

 

The fool is now dead

He has lost his head

The beast seeks his bed

For he is now well fed

The End

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