Lycanthrope

Rustling through the splintered thorns at night
Rusted blood trickles down its limping leg
The thumping creatures scatter with fright
For gasping air the animal begs

Stinging, raw flesh with cries of pain
The morbid beast surrounds the victim
With thick, muggy fog, and biting droplets of rain
Ice sickles hang from the wicked trees limb

Glowing yellow eyes stare right into its prey
The innocent creature's pulse slows as time staggers by
And finally the wounded falls and as it lay
The growling predator takes a tearing bite while watching the helpless die

With massive fangs and enormous claws, he howls at the full moon
As dusk turns to dawn and the sun begins to rise...the monster will be human soon...