In the night of days,
Under the full moon’s rays,
A roar of terror screehed for miles,
A howl of fear eliminating smiles.
With its bloodshot eyes and blades for teeth,
With its humanoid form and muscular beef,
Rampaging in the wild hauling everything to its feast,
Lost in the shadow consumed by the beast.
Under the full moon it howls in glory,
Under the dark sky began the hunting story,
Hidden in the woods,
It stalks you about,
Beast of the full moon legend,
A Werewolf is just about.