The Wolfman

The beast he hides within
Would make me cringe
In fear and worry
Even when his tastes are a bit gory
I still find myself longing
And wanting
For his heart to belong to me
Enslaved by the moon
He drops down to his knees
The fullness turns him
To a creature that only sees red
I always dreaded
That look in his eyes
It was like a beast took a hold
Of his soul
With no goal
Except, to fight
what he believes is right
Leaving a trail of misfortune in his wake
When the sun comes up
He realized his mistake
And quickly apologizes
Like a few stitches
Would not leave a scar
But we know how far
From the truth that is