Werewolf in the Old West

Harsh rain falls through the thunder clouds
Bringing the wet cold that will rust
Still I stay stalwart out here on my perch
So I can vanquish my vile prey into dust
The creature has killed and maimed
The town now lives in fear
So tonight I have come to set things right
But first I have to coax the beast to come near
By the light of the moon evil makes its way
With no regard to man, woman, or child
With the full moon overhead as it is tonight
I know I’ll find the wolf when it’s most wild
My grip on my weapon has not lessened at all
I must be ready to draw in a flash
The silver bullet that resides ready in chamber
Brings swift death to the creature that lasts
Tales such as these most people refute
Believing instead in their gears and their tracks
The monster of steam rules high and mainstream
People looking forward but never look back
The darkness I face is old but still here
Lycanthropy has lived through the ages
Stop it I will with the gun at my side
Before destruction it brings when it rages

Off in the distance I see the large form
Of a beast that walks on two legs
Slowly I bring my gun up to bear
To its target my bullet does beg
The hammer clicks back and for a moment I pause
To slow my breath and steady my shot
Its head slightly turns as it almost suspects
But it’s warning will be all for naught
The trigger is pulled and the beast falls down
The hunt over as soon as it started
I move over to check and confirm my swift kill
And look on the beast I beat and outsmarted
The town will now dream a sweeter dream tonight
Moving on with its progress of iron
With no fear of a furious claw or the bite
That this animal has brought and inspired
As I look down upon my felled foe in the rain
The change is almost complete
No longer a dog but a man lying there
Taking their last breaths at my feet
Through a weak, shaking voice and a finger outstretched
It points to just to over my shoulder
He whispers a warning too soft to my ear
That It’s not over, behind there’s another