The Day of the Full Moon

Written for "The Balance of Chaos Contest" 
Line Count: 20
Word Count: 135 words

He chained himself to the bed,
Against the pillow he laid his head.
The full moon shone in the red sky,
Fists clenched, he forced himself to lie
Flat against the scratchy mattress.

Ears sharpened, pointed at the tips,
He started licking his dry lips.
Fur grew from his limbs, torso and face,
Oh! how he prayed for God's merciful Grace
To save him from this torture.

His hunger for human meat grew and grew,
All civilized thoughts from his mind flew.
Ah! The joy of tearing men apart,
Savouring each liver, kidney and heart.
There would be no better meal, he was sure.

At last he ceased struggling,
As the sun started rising.
Out of the window, towards the sky his soul rose,
Triumphantly he overcame another deadly dose
Of the Werewolves' Curse.