Lycanthrope

Born from a wolf whose savage bite,

Curses the victim in moon’s pale light,

And when the moon light does cover your sight,

Beware the Werewolf, its fearsome might.

Flee the beast, the lupine hound,

Flee from the Lycanthrope’s howling sound.

The nighttime air shall soon befoul,

For in the depths a wolf does prowl,

And from the beast’s, its fearsome howl,

Take refuge in the daylight’s cowl.

 Flee the beast, the lupine hound,

Flee from the Lycanthrope’s howling sound.

A canine beast, with teeth of red,

To death’s door many the beast has led,

And when the sun sinks ‘neath the hills,

The Lycanthrope hunts, your blood to spill.

Flee the beast, the lupine hound,

Flee from the Lychanthrope’s howling sound.