Werewolf

Waiting in the woods for the full moon
It is almost time now
here it comes, here I go
growing my animal like features
my black fur
My teeth sharpen
My eyes widen and grow blacker than night
I howl with pleasure
When the transformation is finished
the hunt, for my next victim begins.
For only the true satisfaction of slaugher
will satisfy my thirst.
Farther into the woods i go until
I find someone walking alone in the woods.
I hide behind bushes waiting for the right moment.
Waiting for my victim to get deeper into the woods.
Cautious of were I step.
Making sure i do not alert her.
When my victim is far enough....
I attact like the dead of night
sinking my long vicious teeth into their body
listening to them scream,
listening as if it is music to me
By the time i have had my pleasure the moon is gone
and I am back into my human body.
I head back to my cottage waiting,
for the next moon to arrive for another feast.
Becareful where you wonder in the woods.
For YOU could be my next victim.