copyright Chris Smith 2009
Dripped in blood,he stalks
Hear the unholy howling
Within the fullest moon, he walks
One bite will be a curse
Young maiden, he tears her to shreads
Her entrails are shrewn across the ground
More victims decapitated, missing heads
Torn from their torso by supernatural strength
By day, you will never find him turned into man
By the full moon, it is the night of the beast
A demon, a creature causing chaos with all he can
Death and horror are now his feeding grounds
Joins in a pack with those of his own kind
Hunters come and shoot with bullets of pure silver
Spreading the curse with poor souls they find
Only one escape from this wicked life is only death
remarkable spooky vivid write, well done