Full Moon Fever

He gazes at the grinning moon
With his mind becoming feral
His instincts will be sharpened soon
To inflict his brand of peril

He finds her among the graves
Naked beneath the glittering stars
She has the flesh and blood he craves
And never mind the endless scars

But it appears he found a mate
One as inclined to be a beast
They exit through the graveyard gate
Head for the city, and a feast.