Midnight Horror

He runs with madness in his veins,

There above him hangs the moon,

Full in cycle,

Looking to the sky,

Howling in this midnight horror.

Every month this is done,

Continuing the never-ending nightmare.

Every month,

He looks up.

Bones crack, muscles rip,

And his form stretches.

Fur sprouts as the agony continues,

His nerves burning.

Eyes open, golden no more,

Yellow now,

Bloody eyes cruelly show.

He runs with madness in his veins,

Tearing at everything in sight.

There above him hangs the moon,

It is full in cycle once again.

So he raises his head and howls,

Crying out in this midnight horror.