Three weeks latter she was in town to buy some snacks
And out of no where came a voice from an one eyed crone
Beware of the full moon's curse
It now belongs to you
She clutched tight her purse
Then turned and ran right out of her shoes
That night she checked her calender, circled the date of the full moons rising
Bought some handcuffs, attaching one end to the old metal radiator
Went to church on Sunday prayed and paid all her tithing
She would fight this curse with all her being, just like a gladiator
On that night long before the sky turned pink signaling the sun's escape
She clicked the cuff around her wrist
The full moon rose, her body started to reshape
She sprouted thick white hair, her body contorted and twist
Her ears started to protrude, the mouth stretched into a long snout
Long razor sharp teeth punched through
Miles away people heard a howling shout
And those handcuffs were of no use, she easily snapped them into
Now shes on the prowl, looking for food
Lookin for a pack
Don't go into the woods on a full moon she'll be stalking you
For her the deck is stacked