I think this is the final Slightly Spooky Totally Silly Limerick brought to you by Beyond The Sphere. Well, final three, actually, but who’s counting? Weaved / wove / woven between the words lies a sad tale of unwanted transformation, basic urges and the need for an impossible escape.
On a cool night with a Full Moon
It could have been May or June
I was out for a stroll
When I heard something howl
And I recognised the werewolf’s tune
Ever since that fateful bite
I’d be howling every night
Making such a din
Wanting to begin
My hunting by the Full Moonlight
As silver bullets go it didn’t hurt
I’ve been shot by them before but worse
No matter what they say
This wolf won’t go away
That is the potency of this curse
And here’s a couple of images of the Full Moon, just because. Happy Howling!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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