The Beast Within
The people ran in panic
The sun was almost down
The clouds were swiftly moving
Fear had gripped the town
The man was rushing to get home
And beat the rising moon
He raced to save his mortal life
The beast would be there soon
He ran along the torch-lit streets
Looking left and right
Almost at his humble home
No monster yet in sight
Finally, he reached his house
Nestled in the trees
Out of breath he stumbled forth
And fell onto his knees
His body started to contort
His clothes began to tear
His teeth grew into sharpened fangs
His body grew thick hair
The man who had been six feet tall
Was now a ten foot beast
His jaws would rip the flesh of men
Tonight he’d run and feast
The creature howled up at the moon
A tear was in his eye
Because inside the beast there was
A man who still could cry
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