Luna plays her siren song
as she creeps above the horizon
I try not to listen
but there is no use in fightin'

No longer me, I lose control
as fangs begin to sprout
my hair grows long and
a howl transforms from my painful shout

On four legs I prowl the night
searching for my prey
the woods are empty, silent
the animals know to run away

My nose twitches and I turn
toward the smell of smoke
a campsite is ahead
and my hunger is provoked

I am but a passenger
in my lycanthropic state
the wolf is in control
as the campers meet their fate

Morning now, I awake
naked near a stream
I try to block out the night
it is no nightmarish dream