The tale of Lupin
The night sky was clear,
Not a cloud in sight.
A cold, dark presence
Loomed in the night.
The boy had turned 13,
On All Hallows Eve.
Unlucky for him,
Is what they believe.
He walked through the graveyard,
A careless mistake;
The creature in the shadows
Was still wide awake.
It prowled past the gravestones,
It's ears alert.
It's yellow eyes glowing,
And it's fangs were bared.
The boy turned sharply,
For he heard a deep growl.
The creature advanced,
And let out a howl.
It pounced on the boy;
Knocked him to the ground.
The last thing he saw
Were the fangs of the hound.
The boy wasn't killed;
He was only bitten.
The werewolf retreated
To find it's next victim.
Exactly a month
Had passed since that night.
The full moon was glowing,
And the stars were bright.
The boy in our story
Awoke with a start;
Drenched with cold sweat,
And a fast beating heart.
His skin started to tingle,
And his teeth began to grow.
Thick hair had appeared
From head to toe.
He sank to the floor
With a soft cry of pain,
His bones were now changing,
And he could feel the strain.
He was now on all fours,
The transformation complete.
His amber eyes glaring,
And a longing for meat.
He felt a great power,
Like never before;
Of strength snd of anger,
And he wanted more.
He leapt through the window,
Unhurt by the fall.
He knocked over the gate,
But didn't care at all.
The girl in the graveyard
Was looking around.
She heard a deep growl,
And turned to the sound.
The creature came nearer,
Crouched close to the ground.
As the moonlight grew brighter,
She caught sight of the hound.
She let out a scream,
And turned to flee,
But the werewolf was faster,
And stronger than she.
The werewolf knew
That the time was right,
His deed was done,
With a single bite.
His task now done,
He took off into the night.
The girl lay unconscious;
She had lost the fight.
She too was now cursed,
To transform each full moon,
To roam the night,
As a creature of doom.
The night sky was clear,
Not a cloud in sight.
A cold, dark presence
Loomed in the night.
The boy had turned 13,
On All Hallows Eve.
Unlucky for him,
Is what they believe.
He walked through the graveyard,
A careless mistake;
The creature in the shadows
Was still wide awake.
It prowled past the gravestones,
It's ears alert.
It's yellow eyes glowing,
And it's fangs were bared.
The boy turned sharply,
For he heard a deep growl.
The creature advanced,
And let out a howl.
It pounced on the boy;
Knocked him to the ground.
The last thing he saw
Were the fangs of the hound.
The boy wasn't killed;
He was only bitten.
The werewolf retreated
To find it's next victim.
Exactly a month
Had passed since that night.
The full moon was glowing,
And the stars were bright.
The boy in our story
Awoke with a start;
Drenched with cold sweat,
And a fast beating heart.
His skin started to tingle,
And his teeth began to grow.
Thick hair had appeared
From head to toe.
He sank to the floor
With a soft cry of pain,
His bones were now changing,
And he could feel the strain.
He was now on all fours,
The transformation complete.
His amber eyes glaring,
And a longing for meat.
He felt a great power,
Like never before;
Of strength snd of anger,
And he wanted more.
He leapt through the window,
Unhurt by the fall.
He knocked over the gate,
But didn't care at all.
The girl in the graveyard
Was looking around.
She heard a deep growl,
And turned to the sound.
The creature came nearer,
Crouched close to the ground.
As the moonlight grew brighter,
She caught sight of the hound.
She let out a scream,
And turned to flee,
But the werewolf was faster,
And stronger than she.
The werewolf knew
That the time was right,
His deed was done,
With a single bite.
His task now done,
He took off into the night.
The girl lay unconscious;
She had lost the fight.
She too was now cursed,
To transform each full moon,
To roam the night,
As a creature of doom.
