The full moon has risen again
though I need it not.
I change every night.
The full moon was just the first time.

As it rose above the wooded glade
my body grew hair.
My body grew a snout and snarling teeth.
My body hungered for flesh.

I soon found the heartless wench.
Standing on the corner of the
silent village.
Selling her wares, herself.

I struck quickly, teeth smashing
through tortured bone.
Tearing through bloody
sinews.

Feeding like the carnivore
that I am.
Feeding until only a
pile of ripped flesh remained.

Soaked in evil blood.
Not my evil though.
The evil of my victims.
Fallen women.

Tonight I shall feed again.
Looking forward to ripping
The clothes from the filthy body.
Tearing her limb from limb.

Savouring the deep flavour of her
flesh, her blood.
Licking it from her warm silent corpse
before skulking back to my digs. My home.

Beware me, the werewolf.
The bringer of sudden, violent death.
The bringer of sorrow.
The bringer of justice.

tudor, i guess you're gone, but if you come back, i think i will
throw rocks at you! :)~ a writer should appreciate a reader's perspective,
what happened here?? hope it was just a bad day and you will return and
participate more in the creative writes forum. a bunch of published, and
unpublished authors, and READERS, who are hardly uneducated morons. ((even
i know werewolves,,,exist *wink*))