Upon Misted moors, bleak, stark and dreary,
The winter wind roared, casting its icy bite.
The ground was glittering, frost clinging to the rampant plains.
The heath, once green, now blanketed in white.
Darkness was upon us, light stripped by the sun, west bound.
Twilight taking over, the heavens bowed down to the black of night
The pregnant moon climbed, her belly full and round
Silver rays flitted down, dancing among the naked trees.
Wandering, he found it, where he sat to rest,
Isolated, sheltered, land empty in the distance.
Gentle soul, cries, awaiting cursed fate.
Unable to fight it, he offered no resistance.
Bathing in the Moons light, resenting, screamed forsaken drifter,
Her beauty evaded him, the pain she caused had left him bitter.
For he was neither animal nor man when she would kiss his skin,
As his eyes gazed unto hers, transformation would begin.
Eyes wet, tear rolled, the pain was all consuming,
Torture reigned, body changed, he was man no longer.
Mind affected, no longer protected, rationale fleeting,
Wolf ripped through, salivating, controlled by animal hunger.
A howl tore through desolate skies, amber eyes upstaring, Praying,
"Radiant Priestess, Mother of the Night, Pray thee answer my cries,
Bestow upon me, the human flesh I crave, to satiate my needs
Deliver me to temptation, guide me to sin, lead me to my deadly prize."
The air was crisp, the sky pitch black as wolf hunted alone on the moors.
Wildly searching, frantically hunting, seeking out his prey,
Mind crazed, bloodlust reigned, craving human flesh,
Animalistic instincts taking over, showing him the way.