Night Times The Right Time

By: Sica

The sun must go down now, 

But, the day continues in beauty, 

The sky is silky hair that makes the moon

such a feminine cutey.

They call the moon "the goddess of the hunt"

and me "a lonely question,"

What have I become? I'm two in one, 

at night.

I was sucked of some blood, and survived

the wolfs bite,  

alone in the rain, I walk to excite

myself because I can't die or feel pain.

My no-heart beats can't explain, 

or shape shifting, 

I love my hide and seek night time the full

distance, 

the right time for me 'cause this is

fates existence.

Maybe one day for my strength I'll be asked 

to (fight crimes)

Armed with fangs and my claws, 

shifts night times the right time.

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