Fully formed hanging low
Swallowed up by the glow
Overcome by the pull it possessed
He felt changes inside
Soon unable to hide
As the moon did it\'s worse at it\'s best
An unquenchable thirst
Heart a beat from being burst
Mass assault on his senses and frame
Rolling eyes find a hold
Turning yellowy gold
As the beast stakes his ownership claim
Hunger pangs bring a chill
As he feasts on a kill
In the bone yard his temporary lair
Saturated in blood
Husky coat caked in mud
The result of his predatory flair
All alone with dead deer
Something pricks up his ear
It\'s a howl and he haunches his back
Running wild in the night
A spectacular sight
Makes his way to the rest of the pack