Webster Werewolf

Long soul shaking melancholic howl Breaks up the night Even the bravest hunter If smart will cower in fright As the full or bloodshot moon sets The yellow eyes pierce through the soul His visage seems to be from dark side of that very moon that sets The werewolf goes on the hunt sole The men try to trap it underneath huge rock But beast breaks free The trap works but werewolf strength overcomes it This creature might have true abyss referenced control of his own destiny The eyes reflect not only dread on his pursuers’ faces But what is in beasts own soul They are sad and melancholic reflecting a broken heart For creatures that dwell in darkness will always be doomed to be sole However it is us who are encroaching On his space For he is the wonder Creature from secret and maybe sacred place