When the eye of the moon has sets it sight
and glazes with its brightest light into the night
my eyes are grabbed by this true light
My heart transforms into something different that gruel night
a beast beyond mer image
a wind blow cooler than i frozen beverage
the trees try to run from the terror
it seems this night would last forever
the horror grew more frighting then ever
the wind silenced as the beast talked
it made the bravest of men that stand tall crawl
even fear as if it was a fog covered area's of might
giving men without fear a fright
But before the best could take any actions
the sun had taken flight
will another person be bitten by this beast in the next crime
or is the beast silently lurking only in my mind?
