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wolf rose PART 2 (Free verse) by titan69

She lived deep in the woods. Thats where she lived. She lived there all alone. And on cold dark nights, when the moon was bright, She would go out on her own. She would turn into what she was, A creature of the night. Out hunting for blood. yes!somone to bite. Her bloodlust was agonising. She fought it all she could. She tried and tried to give it up but new she never would...........

the codeine kid 2-Jun-04/1:52 PM
you don't live near that pub do you? The Slaughtered Lamb or whatever it's called...the one on the yorkshire moors as immortalised in American Werewolf in London? Just thought i'd ask
"Who be that stranger yon barrr?"




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