The First Full Moon

Almost a month since that fateful night That I was bitten under the full moon's light. I am still here but with a yearning And wonder why a fever is burning. I feel pulled out into the night's air Hoping that someone will hear my prayer. I look up into the nights black sky And realize why I so want to wail and cry. For there I see the full bright moon Hanging there like a golden balloon. As I look I feel like I am on fire And know my situation is most dire. Oh god... most agonizing pain! As my bones begin to strain And my flesh begins to rip. I cannot seem to get a grip. I open my mouth to scream But from me that does not stream Tis something that is so foul As I recognize it is a howl! Oh god ...this..can't...be What is happening to me? Blood pulses through my veins As new thoughts slam into my brain. I have a brand new vision One that gives great precision. Oh what a great sense of smell A feeling of anticipation I can't quell. I can't even believe my new speed But it is blood that I do so need. Time for me to go on the hunt As I begin to run, I let out a grunt. I stop and sniff as a scent comes to me, Oh me oh my who is it? Let us see. I turn in werewolf form to see who is here As I thought I caught Mr. Loving's fear. Tis blood that I do need Time for me to feed. He senses me and runs away I smile as I give chase to my prey. Mortals mortals everywhere Of all immortals do beware Run and hide if you can. On the loose is this very lycan! Just for anyone's curiosity this is not being mean to Mr.Loving the III this is my respect for him as he tapped me for the duos and gave me the challenge for the Haunted Poets....thanks John