(I know a full moon can't rise in the day, but not all werewolves change only during a full moon)
I hear a banshee crying sadly on the moor. My heart grows heavy as I realize she cries for me. My wife was right, I never should have taken this journey.
The werewolf growls as it circles the tree and the yowling cat.
Yawning and stretching
The satyr rises with the moon to search for love.
The satyr rises with the moon to search for love.
An old motor roars as the car rumbles wildly through the fields. Crashing over rocks and weeds and finally into the creak. A troop of giggling fairies fly out of the wreck and go searching for another toy to steal.
Hiding from the cold rain under their umbrellas
no one sees the dragon flying overhead.
no one sees the dragon flying overhead.
The trolls huddle in the cold mountain rain,
looking down on the warm village.
looking down on the warm village.
The mighty dragon, once a lord of the fire and sky.
Now a child carves patterns in his bones.
Now a child carves patterns in his bones.
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