Werewolves (The Full Worm Moon)

[the Draç]

The third eye debate is to comfort those hurt.

Lycanthropy is what promotes to be beserk.

A third set of teeth, a diety has risen.

All you can eat, like Christmas and Thanksgiving.

Lit like the Moon, our bellies are full.

Going up from Sirius, to Orion, then to the Bull.

A giant, wise in his eyes, he braces for his crown.

Coming together after being lost and found.

A Hellhound at it's peak, his blueblood flows.

His eyes bloodshot red, equipped with the bow.

On the go, while low, their Gods then speak.

While blessing the canines, and say, "Please keep the peace."

[the Draç]

Thanks a lot, Linda! Writing keeps me grounded.