The full moon,
his greatest fear.
Such terrible pain
when it appears.

He stares at the sky
pleading the moon
not to rise
but no reply

As the moon rises
transformation begins
Fear fills his eyes
Its happening again

Nails turn to claws
teeth into fangs
Hands turn to paws
Ears start to change

Fur starts to grow
Spine changes shape
A long groan of pain
Jaw grows in length

As it finally ends
Thoughts fill his brain
He's not quite himself
His body has changed

His thoughts are:
blood
screams
pain
suffering.

Of humans.

He wants it,
craves it,
needs it.

He desperately seaches
finding nothing
Continues to search
finding nothing

He transforms back
as the sun starts to rise
A ray of light
blinding his eyes

Tired and miserable
he rests on the ground
breathing gently
not making a sound

As a single tear
drips from his eyes
heart pounding quickly
wishing to die

"Another two nights"
he thinks to himself
Slowly then
He drifts off to rest.

Thus...
is the life of a werewolf.