The Calling

The night is cold and dreary
But the blood red moon beckons me,
Beckons me to be merry.

Off in the distance I can hear them howl,
Their songs of longing, want, and passion.
My heart leaps in bounds for what I should not do.
It knows the consequences I face.
But only I know my fate.

Bones cracking and rejoing.
Sniew molding and muscles growing compact.
Amber eyes that see all.

The night is cold and dreary,
But I have answered their call.
For now, in my place stands not the lowly human I was once before,
But the beautiful child of the blood red moon....
A werewolf who has answered The Calling.