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The frazzled Lord of Zambarzan
Gazed out his window with elan
The moon was gold the sea was red
He laid down slowly on his bed.

Just then a noise was heard without
(The sounds of panic, fear, and rout)
His valet pounded on his door
"Come in!" he shouted with a roar.

"My Lord! My Lord!" the valet squealed
And then bad tidings he revealed
"The Leprous Werewolf has returned
Your edict he has clearly spurned!"

Zambarzan's Leader rose in wrath
"Go, slave, and draw my bubble-bath
For I must calm my fevered blood
This Werewolf's name henceforth is MUD!"

The wind was blowing icy chill
The Lord went forth with dauntless will
To meet the Werewolf face-to-face
"This Fiend's existence I'll erase!"

The sun was pale the sky was gray
As he rode forth in royal array
His trusty sword hung by his side
New-tipped with silver for this ride.

The sky was gray the sun was pale
"This time," he swore, "I shall not fail
I'll slay that Werewolf and his hide
As my hearthrug shall abide!"

But werewolves are a clever breed
They can reason when there's need
And Leprous Werewolves can be wise
At putting on a good disguise.

So when he met a Maiden fair
He did not know nor did he care
That when the moon was full and round
She was wild cousin to the hound.

He sat and broke his fast with her
(And flirted much..you may be sure)
Those twain then spent a lovely day
Engaged in Love's delightful play.

That night again he ate with her
Nor noticed when her skin grew fur
The first he noticed aught was ill
Was when the wolf lunged for the kill.

There's no Lord now in Zambarzan
The wolves roam freely in that land
The people cower in the huts
Till sunrise tames the lycansluts!

Cassandra Morrison

Copyright Š2001 Cassandra Anne Morrison