Wolf Man Contest

His fear he may have masked in front of the bear But a metamorphosis had kick started in high gear Hormones were pumping and changing his being Transformed were his features which were aquiline Trembling and convulsing and obviously in pain His spine contorted and reshaped where he had lain Unconscious beside the glow of embers, dying It was full moon that night; many swore later the mountains were sighing Inexorably his body parts reshaped with a shaggy coat of fur Thick and rough in texture and dark as coal tar No trace of the man remained His clothing lay scattered, perhaps this was ordained A wolf was born and a man had died There was none to rejoice and none to cry Only howls to greet the wolf man’s rise As dawn was breaking and light stole across the eastern sky