Fear Filled Fridays (8/10/2018): A Tale of Silver Bullets

Deadly shape shifter

I hear your howls at the moon

Tonight it all ends

I fear no silver

You cannot defeat me now

In my beastly form

Claws slash, rip, tear flesh

Hunter and creature battle

A gun blast echoes

A month of days pass

Fever, chills, tormented soul

Full moon on the rise