In the light of the moon,
The creatures start to stir,
Their fur begins to thicken,
As their human forms blur.
With a howl and a snarl,
They run wild and free,
Their eyes gleaming yellow,
In the darkness you'll see.
Long teeth and sharp claws,
They hunt through the night,
For prey to sink their teeth in,
And satisfy their appetite.
But as dawn starts to break,
Their forms begin to shift,
Back into human bodies,
Their memories adrift.
So beware of the werewolves,
When the moon is full and bright,
For they'll come out to play,
And hunt you down at night.
