Full moon rising!
Another night where I turn beast.
Best to stay away or you could end up deceased.
As fangs and talons overtake my identity.
There is little doubt of what I might be.
Monster no matter the name used.
Of atrocities I brand myself accused.
Feel the lust for carnage boiling up.
Stand before this terror and you’ll be violently cut.
No relief when I turn into this foe.
Would be better for you to go.
Control is lost in this transformation.
State absent of civility and creation.
Bite for the kill.
Slash will render prey still.
Paralysis in fear.
No remorse even if there is a tear.
Hot breath spells certain doom.
I see the outcome but have no input.
Passenger to the barbarity wrought.
This curse has to be fed.
Living tissue is it’s weakness.
Another night where I turn beast.
Best to stay away or you could end up deceased.
As fangs and talons overtake my identity.
There is little doubt of what I might be.
Monster no matter the name used.
Of atrocities I brand myself accused.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 