I rewrote this with the help of another member.
Thanks goes to Jeff (Lionheart) Rossell
Curse of the Moon
Full moon piercing through the night,
displaying the anguish of my plight.
Roaming through valleys of brick and steel,
my eternal curse is no longer surreal.
Instinct commands I hunt with the pack,
an insatiable hunger triggers attacks.
Devouring flesh will curb the desire,
remaining humanity now cast into fire.
Scent of the victim, permeates my breath,
howls from the black, foreshadow its death.
Sensing the fear as I lunge for the kill,
clawing and ripping, feel the blood spill.
Savoring the blood as it falls from my teeth,
dripping on the pentagram there underneath.
Enjoying the horror, as they meet their demise,
their last breath escapes as I look in their eyes.
Satiated, I sleep deeply, engulfed by the moon,
transforming to human, awakes me by noon.
Filled with remorse, but doomed to succumb,
a werewolf is not what I wanted to become.
�� 2003 Philip N. Carcione and Jeffrey Rossell
