The Wolf

A full moon rises casting dark shadows in the wood
Unleashing a hellish creature that can't be understood
They buried him with his shame in a nameless grave
Returned, he has risen, miracles would have to save
Deep in the night he howls to the black sky in a lunar spell
Boiling blood bent on vengeance, surely this hound is from hell
Barking at the pale moon, pray you've never heard him before
His cries go unheard but if you aren't careful so will yours