Werewolf Lurching on the Green
The moonlight is gratuitous, invoking a phantasmagoria of monstrous life from the shadowed woods. The overbrimming lunar effulgence is an elixir of vigour, a catalyst to shape shifting and transmogrification. The owls sit arrayed in parliament, speaking their wisdom to the cool eventide, while the creatures of the night emerge from the mist and the lightless crevasses of the burrough, from the earthy cemeteries and the ruins behind the town. The moon signals a brave new debauch, a great revelry of the damned!
A lone figure paces across the glade, hairy and grey, enveloped by autumnal colours and towering trunks, as Selene in her ghostly pavilion serenades the lands below, singing in mellifluous ardour and unabated joy. Silver is her instrument of bliss and awakening! And now, by an otherworldly alchemy, the transformation is complete. The guise of the werewolf is heinous, his malefic lurch invoking fear and trepidation in the other animals in the vicinity. They scurry away in suddenly piqued fear.
The watchman in the distance can see the dark shape in his telescope and sings a cry of warning to the town. Mark ye, kin, the werewolf is loose and lurching on the green! The sun turns away in horror! The priest recoils in discomfort at the tenor of evil that inhabits his limbs. The very plants wither and perish at his wry encroachment in their winsome valley. Lock up your daughters post haste; secure thy beasts in their pens and prime thy muskets for confrontation! Last month he gathered three sheep from the flock and there was blood soaked into the paths and laneways about the town. He is a mercurial wight, and can move rapidly and change his course at a whim! Hunger animates his wily frame, and his ravenous mouth salivates at the prospect of new flesh.
Curse the moon! She has again welcomed a descent into monstrousness and perversion! Curse the enchantments hanging on this land. Curse the debased creatures of the dell, which lust for the moon and step willingly into her siren’s embrace. Curse the witch that spread her wiles and venom on this land in the form of spell work some centuries ago. Pray to the saints for safe keeping!
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