WEREWOLF POEM


Above the clouds rose the moon,
Into the dismal night
A man looked up at the moon,
And it gave him a terrible fright.

His skin started to tingle
And hair started to grow.
For why he was changing
This, he did not know.

Next, he grew some fangs
And then he grew claws.
But, they were not on his hands
As they had turned into paws.

He knew the transformation was done
Because the tingling was gone.
But he would not return to normal,
Until way after dawn.

He stalked through the night
Looking for his prey...
He would not know who or what,
Until the very next day.

First, he entered a stable
And attacked a horse.
He ripped and clawed at it,
His actions were very coarse.

Then the beast entered a house
And crept around with ease.
He found another victim
And brought her to her knees.

She pleaded with the beast
And begged it to go away!
But the beast would not listen
For she was it's prey.

The man woke up the next day
On his bedroom floor.
He was shocked to discover
His wife did not breathe anymore.

So goes the curse of the werewolf.


By: Ryan Stancl