Wolf’s Tale

See the light of the moon.
Feel the pop in your bones.
Reach into the night,
Hear your howling moans.

Search for the forest.
When you find it, run.
Fear comes from nothing,
Except threat of the sun.

The itching of sinews,
Feel fur on your skin.
Let the moon warm you,
Here, let her in.

The smell of the blood,
Of your latest hunt.
After tonight,
You’ll wait but a month,

For the echoes of silence
To no longer fill your ears.
Embrace the pretty moonlight,
You’re a wolf now, dear.