The moon was full.
The night was dark.
And in the forest,
terror basked.
With not two, but four dread eyes,
it stalked its prey,
In disguise.
With false notes it lured her out,
and disemboweled her inside out.

At sunrise the farmers boy,
found the body of she who’d gone.
The mourning went on and on and on,
and then a hunting party,
to kill they’d sworn.
The dead girl’s sister joined the hunt,
to avenge the dead and help her love.
One of those men though would never return,
the beast killed him,
as it did her.

With the beasts head on a stick,
to the village they marched,
to grieve and to weep,
for he who had passed.
The next day they discovered,
they’d all been mistaken.
The wolf they’d slaughtered,
was not the werewolf they hated.

The next night was a blood moon,
and the monster would be out.
And with everyone getting ready,
no one heard the shout.
The beast was here finally
to kill,
then get out.
But more than one would be lost,
to the creatures open mouth.

The dead girls sister,
Valerie was her name,
heard the creature calling,
calling out her name.
Why could she hear it?
She was related.
So whoever the beast was,
was no one she hated.

Many people died,
the night of that moon.
With crimson blood staining,
nearly every room.
Valerie’s father was the beast,
who’d have guessed?
and he died by her hand,
with her dagger in his chest.