I wait in the moonlight. The fanged idiot creeps from the shadows, smirking. He starts to burn, I chop his head off w/a sword

Because the moon reflects sunlight. You'd figure he'd open a book in 500 years. And authors... ahem

Now where's that stupid werewolf?

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I will shelter you with my shadow
by the vengeance sunlight
of this contemporaneous October.

Every night you will feel me... — intensely,
deeply tenderly... loving you enigmatically
as you've never been loved.
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Under keen observation, the gruesome stew appeared to be a mixture of impaled limbs, sigil-branded skin that'd been rolled like my favourite cakes, & curious objects that screamed like bored cave ghosts. It tasted lifeless as its ingredients. 1

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