Passion is waiting temptation is there
Deep pressed emotions surround his lair.
His cry so piercing that will chill your bones
A howl so loud with a unbearable tone.

Who is this man or beast from the screaming woods
For seven foot tall and watching so silently as he stood.
As the wind blows the trees he falls to his knees
For the change takes place this night.
Skin turns to fur and nails to claws
And sharp blades of teeth that go to his jaw.

Only for the night can he wander around
For the curse that he is bound.
His menacing look his eyes so clear
He has no worries he has no fear.

A beast or man from this deathly place
Grabbing his victims not showing a trace
The wolf like creature is never found
As he runs to his victim not making a sound.

Halloween busy he needs his fix
Now can this be true or just a myth.




Happy Halloween