Werewolves

A brief poem about werewolves

WEREWOLVES
Creatures that awaken every full-moon
With intentions to kill
Silently stalks in the shadows waiting patiently for the time to strike
With fangs powerful enough to crush bones
And claws sharp enough to rip flesh
Glowing red eyes that stare into your soul
And a mighty howl that instills fear
A beastial form with a thirst for fresh blood
Half human, Half wolf