This is a poem I thought up when thinking of the famous Mr. Moony.

The killing moon.

When the moon is round,
And a bloody red,
lock your doors,
Stay in bed,
For if you go,
Exploring tonight
You may have found,
The biggest fright,
For tonight is the night,
The killing moon,
Where Vamps ,
Werewolfs come to swoon,
Don't turn away,
Give in to the pain,
Don't try to hide,
There no way to escape.
Soon to be blinded by your tears,
Sanity drained because of your fears,
So next time the moon is red,
Be a good kid and stay in bed.