A Lycanthrope Moon

It was long gone midnight, and nervously I walked There was something in the bushes, I was being stalked. I could smell it's fetid breath, It was lurking in the dark It scared me half to death as I hurried through the park. My step quickened, my nerves could barely cope For above my head the moon was full, the night of the lycanthrope. Now my heart was racing, I began to flee I could hear the slavering beast, and it was coming after me. I was nearly at the gate much to my relief, Thinking I was safe, that's when I felt its teeth. It was ripping at my skin, tearing me to shreds There I lay bleeding, amongst the flower beds. It fixed me a stare, through furious blood red eyes It left, I lay savaged, as daylight filled the sky. I staggered home wounded to the safety of my room, I couldn't know how things would change, come the next full moon. Weeks later it was dark, the moon was full and bright I was going nowhere, I'd stay in tonight. Then I heard a noise, so guttural, so foul, Horrified, I couldn't stop myself, I began to howl! Entry for Scary or Spooky poem Poetry Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin 19/9/18. Placed 1st.