Weary Wary Werewolf Dreams
weary the man as he seeks his bed
flesh and bone dragging
almost dead
wary is he of the moon full so white
closes the window
to block out the bright light
shuts his eyes
lets his body relax
werewolf dreams all set to attack
the mares of the night
run full speed ahead
the hour's at hand
werewolf dreams
rip deep rifts in his chest
long hungry claws shred
the peace of his bed
far away
just like the moon
running the night
stalking souls to devour
lost lonely souls
in the full moon hour
the eyes of the werewolf
deep yellow and bold
looking and searching
for what he not knows
the peace of the night
a deep comforting sleep
for his bone weary being
never finding a rest
from the beast down within
the dreams all tainted
his spirit defiled
issues demands
the wee hours of dawn well underway
werewolf wakens
shivering cold and shaken
the window wide open
the chill wind blows
so desperate his plight
he looks in the mirror
sees ripped rifts in his chest
horror his heart
terror his eyes
he walks back to the bed
weary
wary
werewolf dreams
long hairs on his pillow
and death in his head
