Werecat
Nick 13
her pale face rising and i feel a change comes on in waves.
blood boils in veins.
am i reaction or coincidence?
i'm still coming after you.
a new breed forming- and the werecat prowls the night.
rising.
hear the mournful cries of the hounds on my trail.
i cannot fail.
cat out of hell.
vengeance is mine, the time has come tonight.
forever falling, bathed in a sea of lunar light.