Snarl of the monster
Howl under moonlight
More piercing than a mortar
It unleashes at twilight

The wrath of its evil
Fury of its malice
A creature so cruel
Nourishing itself eternal bliss

In the intense depths
Of the bloody forests
It lets out a bloodcurdling roar
Shrieks and wails galore.

And it bows all night
Under the moonlight
Seeking rapturously a victim
Over its own earsplitting din

Hunts down every man
To ever walk upon its path
Will make every visage wan
Give each man a revolting bloodbath

And yet again the wolf growls
A spine-tingling, macabre howl
As the dawn breaks out
Lets out a excruciating shout

As it switches back
To its bona fide form
And everything goes black
And apart it’s torn

And with a last howl
Though human this time
And that meticulous yowl
Was resentment for his own crime
For his vulnerable nights
For his vicious ‘werewolf’ plights.