Benjamin

With moon’s rise, I lift
My shaggy head and howl. My
Sons to me. We prowl.

Robbers, assassins,
Rightly fear the glitter of
Our eyes. Devour.

At daybreak find the
Recompense for what you lost.
We care for our own.

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