Warn the Villagers

Winds shift and temperatures rise
Pressure builds, pressing hard against the skull
Razors pierce and split the skin
Eyes cloud over and fade to black
A bit of Demon red at center
Cracking bones and roars of agony
Fangs slicing through gums
Transformation takes its payment in pain
Unreasonable rage, cause yet to be determined
Cage door ripped off its weakened hinges
Seething, frothing at the mouth with gnashing teeth
The beast is loose