Werewolf By Night

Sometimes, the night can be so dark And even hope has no spark But with the light of pristine glow Hope for the world begins to grow In dusk of dawn, hope lives again To cast the light of its glorious grain So those who prey on blood of the faultless Will pay the price for their transgress And by the power of the moonlight He lived again to be a knight Left fist of Konshu, he became And the night revered his name Plain man by day, werewolf by night He saves the world with all his might Against the shadow of the darkness His glorious glow is full of brightness Against the dark, he does not falter So the evening can be brighter For the glow of his valor Blurs the darkness like a shining armor Moon Knight Friend or Foe 3 Poetry Contest (2nd place) Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori