Bad Moon Rising


An angry fog rolls in,
a chill tingled down your spine,
goosebumps rise on your skin.

The moon full in the sky,
shadows hide,
as the night slowly settled in.

Wolves bay at the floating orbit
of the mighty moon,
he sits and smiles on the night,
while the stars showered down
casting their light,
for the moons personal delight.

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