A Full Moon that creates
The werewolves in how it relates
Transformation from Human to Beast
A night for Flesh being the feast
The Werewolves hungers and would even **** a Priest
A craving for flesh and blood
The event could even be a forest with dirt and mud
Yet the Werewolves who smells humans near by
It’s the perils of echoing outcry with screams in try
The acceleration in quickness by
However, it’s the fangs and claws that dig in
Humans become a Werewolf’s sacrifice that begin
The night where darkness doesn’t seem to end
Screams upon screams during now and then
It’s the movement of a Werewolf’s stride
But a Werewolf knows where Humans hide
Nothing can stop the Werewolf but a silver bullet
There’s never no time to respond nor yond
Beware of the Full Moon, and eyes direct on target, the Werewolf could be very close and in your face
Your life will become nonexistence as an erase.