Howl at the moon

 

Howl at the moon,
scared to death,
this bloodcurdling sound,
will fill your heart with fear.

The Wolf is hungry,
on the prowl,
sniffing for his prey,
with bloodlust burning,
his stomach churning,
for meat for him to slay.

The wolf is slaying,
claws, slash and slice,
fangs, snap and bite,
on this, frightful night.

The silver, shadows shining,
reflecting, bloodshot eyes,
his grin, his teeth,
sink into flesh,
ripping, shredding, gnawing,
oblivious to the cries.

Howl at the moon
your enermies will hear,
scared to death,
this bloodcurdling sound,
will fill your heart with fear. ~Seaopal