Her golden hair flowed like a silver stream
Her skin shone under the dancing moonlight
Her eyes clear as a bright sapphire
A watcher behind the trees trailed silently
Such beauty he can’t resist
Such a woman he can’t possess
The wandering beauty pranced in the woods
Bathing under the stars
Her silver dress gleamed
In the darkness she sparkled
In the watcher’s eyes, he’s tempted
The woman leisured carefully, holding her torch as a guide and weapon
The watcher stayed lurking, holding back his urges just to go on
The brave woman goes deeper
The stalker becomes a thinker
Why such a woman let herself be alone in such a place?
The old trees towered casting great shadows
The thick bushes formed a wall of narrow
The path to take is to the heart
Where the lake is found, a nocturnal art
The courageous woman must be out of her mind
What it is she seeks and what will she find?
She arrived at the lake, the black waters were silent
A stagnant mirror it remain, reflecting the malevolent
She paused at the edge of the lake
Looking around for a sign of wake
Then she shouts in the middle of the night
Her words gave the stalker a surge of fright
“Werewolf, Werewolf, where are thou?”
She calls like it’ll return
She lights a bush for it to burn
Like a signal for a call
The smoke goes to the night ball
The watcher’s chest pounded as he watches the smoke
The woman’s courage was sure no joke
The clouds shifted away from the moon
The full pledge lunar is the stalker’s boon
The beauty is summoning me, he thought
The beauty in his front is all he can sought
But he’s afraid, he’s uncontrollable
His savagery and bloodlust is inconceivable
The woman calls again, but this time the moon did the same
The white eye gazed and caught the guilty, the one to blame
He felt cold, his skin pierced by ice
The lunar stare cut through his soul
His alter ego cried inside, the murderous ghoul
Hair raised, body is hunching
Eye became slits, growls became haunting
Talons appeared, jaws are grinding
He’s losing his mind, the evil is binding
The wandering woman was the last thing in his head
He tried to control himself in the shadows to keep stead
He smelled meat, his hunger peaked
Soon his conscience will be utterly nicked
As the smoke rose and the flames continued to burn
The clouds dissolved as the moon shone in turn
The woman called again, her last words are heard
The howling reply was then frighteningly heard
A cry so shaking
A beauty for the taking
The man became the beast
A curse he can’t resist
What will happen now?
He broke his only vow
Losing his grip and conscience too
The last words he heard are, “Werewolf, Werewolf, is that thou?”
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