Another full moon The werewolf wanders In search of blood

                 Oranges.  To prevent scurvy.

Under a full moon, The smell of blood in the air, A werewolf did roam.

It’s the full moon, there’s no control The hungry werewolf will take a stroll Into the forests looking for prey If you want to save yourself, stay away Or else he’ll catch you, no matter what you do He senses the blood coursing through you.

There are mysteries nobody can explain He was bitten, this curse his very pain. And when the moon is round in the night You’ll see his murderous eyes shining bright Once a man, now he has gone astray No love can save him, this is the only way.

Preparing monthly for the inevitable cycle The time to banish and release Lighting black candles for protection Let go to move ahead with peace The full moon arrives to light up our sky Release your attachments as well Some behavior seeming so peculiar No, it’s not very hard to tell

Howling up at the moon Like a werewolf, bearing his teeth The blood in his eyes so haunting Yet, what is his motive underneath?

The wailing cries are not meant to create your fears, This lunar phase just has us all release our tears

The thick, sickly red substance was dripping from her razor sharp teeth. The wolf was seething, mesmerised by the bloody red moon hanging low in the night sky. Four lunar eclipses had passed and another was on its way, gazing up at the full radiant light cascading over the town below, the wolf chest was heaving in and out as she turned her attention to the prey. A whimpering young wolf was battered and bruised. A bloodied gash upon its ribs, oozing with the very colour of the clear sky above them. The she wolf gave a great howl.

“Once we turn back I’ll be in the hospital for weeks for this!” Exclaimed the wounded wolf.

“Not my problem.” The she wolf brushed off, it had been no match for her.

Shaking it’s head the wounded wolf winced as it tried to regain some once of dignity. Rising, albeit shakily, to its feet it huffed “You know, you can really be a bitch sometimes, Cassandra.”

The she wolf, Cassandra, turned her head fiercely upon hearing her human name spoken at these deadly hours of the night. That was the one rule, their true identities, especially their human names, were meant to be kept a secret. They were to be completely incognito when they transformed at precisely 00:00.

“How dare you! Don’t you ever, EVER, use my human name again!” She breathed, “your lucky it’s just us, otherwise I might’ve had finished the job.” The she wolf explained, giving a look of pity to the shaking wolf in front of her.

The thing about becoming a werewolf which never occurred to any of them was their human eyes still shone through, just a touch, so their identities were never truly hidden. If someone wanted to find you, and kill you, they could.

“I’ll see you in chem tomorrow then.” Huffed the wounded wolf, as it limped away into the low slung trees afar.

I lie on the cold floor Covered in the colour red Stifled in guilt What have I become? Is it too late? I think to myself The blood is overwhelming I am a werewolf I think as I stare longingly at the full moon above