Staring at the knotty pine Formations on an 'A' frame ceiling I see the image Of a wolf staring a me.
Fear start creeping in For its awakening The hidden dormant beast Dwelling Within my soul That's been incarcerated There With the love and understanding Given me by love ones.
I now fear The comings of the Next full moon Not even the wolfbane Will keep the beast within.
As he escapes from My soul Seeking refuge In the wilderness Surrounding My peace of mind.
My image in the mirror Sheds a tear from Bloodshot eyes As a distorted face Howls at silvery rays From a full moon Filtering through drawn Shades Before diving through The window To begin the chase Of the hunt For I now grave the flesh Of prey.