Werewolves Fright

The full moon is bright,
Howls echo in the forest,
Shiver in fright,
For the night is its coldest,
I feel the bones shift, As I change to a monster,
Take place natures gift,
For I'll be the butcher,
Animals will hurry,
Out of its path,
They'll scurry,
To escape its wrath,
I hear the screams,
They hear the pants,
Have all the dreams,
I'm in a trance,
For blood shed,
And to be free,
For all will be dead,
If it weren't for me.