Creative Acrostic Poem

We can’t control the urge to turn, soon the moon will shine full
Every bit closer to a full transition, memories become dull
Remembering the rights and wrong go out the door
Even a stake and flame no longer bring fear, poor judgement is near
We will do what needs to be done, and blame the magic skin
One may think they can run and hide but think of your next of kin
Leaving no flesh behind is what’s in mind, not a trace of what we are
Vanishing into the night, to begin again the next cycle
Eventually our kind will rule mankind
Step aside, for the end is near








(I have set this timeline in the time of the 1500's)

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