Open desert
not a tree in sight
I stand under the moon
and soak in its light

The hunters vigor fills me
I feel the urge to growl
in the distance there's a scream
I answer with a howl

Compelled to run upon the dunes
my feet kick up the sand
I gather speed and hunger
as I sprint across the land

Nearing the scream's source
my eyes are on the scan
losing my human side
combining wolf and man

Closing in now
silent and closer I creep
homing in on the lamb
that now lays fast asleep

All alone lost from its flock
I can smell its blood
teeth gnash and bite
discharge a gushing flood

Consume it all
I do not leave a scrap
suddenly I'm in a tent
awakened by blowing flap