Where Wolves Prowl

A breeze-blown howl under lunatic skies

Lycanthropic chill bristles the skin

Moonlight flash in pale yellow eyes

revealing the beast that lies within

Twig-snap echo in spine-ridged thrill

Through grave-cold earth the scrape of claw

Ragged breath and throaty snarl

Ripped from drool-dripped maw

He slinks through shadows grey and dim

This predator of human flesh

Each month the curse falls heavy on him

Where lines of man and monster mesh

His grieving heart in blood lust burns

In guilt he roams so far and wide

From family and loved ones spurned

Whose blood now soaks his cursed hide

The blood runs cold in fevered veins

The trees sway thick with haunted yowls

the full moon glints on yellowed fangs

The werewolf has begun his prowl