He rushed to be home before first sight of the moon,
Since he knew his transformation now would come soon.
As he ran through the park, his insides began turning;
The pain became intense, as if he were burning.
Now he was only a few blocks from home;
His skin began to bleed and his mouth to foam.
Then he dropped to his knees and quickly blacked out,
And when he came to he had fangs and a snout.
He ripped through anyone who got in his way,
A bloody trail showed where his victims now lay.
He announced his arrival with a wicked tune;
A spine chilling howl let out at the moon.
In the end he was killed while trapped on a roof,
Some thought it an animal, but I said, Werewolf!