Unmasked

When the moon is full faced,
Blood will become the man’s wine.
For what he loves to taste.

The man’s face changed true,
A face of a beast soon replaced.
With claws so sharp can cut right through,
Skin no more since fur takes place.

But do not worry little village people,
Thy sun will soon rise at time of dawn.
Time when the beast will hide in his temple,
Retreating with a roaring yawn.

Morning time the beast awakes in his human mask,
Only to wait for another fully faced moon and the beast will unmask.