It was a dark and stormy night,

Eerie and full of fright.

A lonesome man was hiding amongst the fog,

The man began to bark like a dog.

The town knew what was coming,

With the moon shining and shunning,

With the darkness of the night forthcoming.

Approaching the barking man,

Is not a good plan.

But curiosity got the best of him,

His figure was tall and slim.

Until something began to change,

A process consisting of mange.

His identity began to exchange.

A life full of rage and irritation,

A wolf seemed to be the transformation.

A beast had been created,

The moon had left him dehydrated.

Thirsty for blood,

Anger running through his veins like a ferocious flood,

The transformation from man to stud.