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Does this always happen to me when the moon is full. Hollow sounds search night’s darkened corners; Determined to create stark fear In weak minds belonging to scorners Who’d scoff supernatural’s spear But they jeer at their own great peril Most evil is very un-sterile Ghostly ghouls rule spaces unseen Shadows reek of creatures quite mean When werewolves bite there’s rarely a cry Just blood gushing puddles to ground Hushed last breath victim’s final sound Till loud wolf’s howls break through full moon’s sky Now where did i put my camera?..