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And it went crazy swinging arms around,
while drool spat in bubbles with it's growling sound,
howls in the darkness with fog over the moon,
bringing its own ears back as though scared of its own tune,
blood dripping claws but not of its own,
causing a death so now it is alone,
settled muscles of no tension gone limp or flopped,
the biting and clawing were unknown when it stopped,
its mind goes in reverse from the time it hunted him down,
followed from the path at night of this small town,
a beast it would be but not a wolf part man,
he hunted this now dead person because he was a fan.