Howling at the moon

late in the night 

claws reaching out in a sensational fright

face ripping, bone from the skull

gnashing teeth, a fearful fight

torso stretched beyond humanity

a scary sight for all to see 

 

Tasting flesh for the very first time

enjoying the taste and drinking the wine

sensational hunger never feel full

rip out the innards and eat them all

wicked foul beast crossed with a fool

lean strong and amazingly tall

 

Woken naked in a field of wheat 

mouth soured by the taste of meat

reminiscing from the feast afore

reality of destruction a nightmare of gore

futuristic mire from a wanton desire 

for the taste of flesh and the need to sire

 

greedily eaten hungry no more

bones shortened lengthy and sore

head pounding with conscious guilt

bloodened battle crushed them into silt 

rewarding to touch an eternal hope

live forever off a human host