A Werelion Hunts Before Dawn 

                                                             By: A.X. Bueno 

It has decided it’s stalled for long enough 

There isn’t much time left in this night before it’s seasonal power fades away 

So it goes on one final outing while it’s still unbound by any of humanity’s figurative cuffs 

Over 8 feet of transformed lion single mindedly hunts for unfortunate prey 

With teeth glistening and a mane of black and white 

That’s the last thing seen by those who catch a glimpse of those blue and green eyes 

That final heart stopping sight 

One might try to beg for mercy but that’s only met by a chuckle then a terrible growl that’s followed by demise 

The inevitable result of being confronted by such a powerful creature of the night 

And it’ll savor that slowly and continue with it’s feast and destruction before the strike of dawn

For that’s when it's time ends and the werelion vanishes though only for so long

You’ll know by the chill in the air that goes down your spine and the glow of eyes when it’s back

But by then you’ll also know you’ve been chosen to be merely one of it’s Halloween snacks 

Though there’s a chance it may show up again before then 

So keep your eyes peeled for the mane and eyes of the werelion my friends