The midnight moon glows full and bright tonight,
that lunar orb of every Lycanthrope
that spins round the Earth like a gyroscope
and gives its light, its light by Lumen's height;
whose waxing might will prevail for this night
upon werewolves of predatory hope,
that shed their human skin for flesh on rope--
for flesh on rope for Lycans's hungry plight;
foul creatures of the night that have no right
to pray or be forgiven of the Pope--
lupine souls of predacious, monstrous scope
that kill and maim at night and in full sight!
As Lycans eat their victims till engorged,
the waxing midnight moonlight is disgorged.