the sea crests the shore wild mind splits in two
apparitions propositions dispositions foe like grow
menaced in turmoil-ed head-space undertow
full moon lit night gravitational force
bi-polar effect some howl at the moon
brings out within a shadow of two

it's said when the moons overcast in full
that a mind goes off course with a need to fullfill
the streets they go crazy socialistic view
for centuries it's been, the same nothing new

he he he he he he he he

there was Jekyll an Hyde of a potion they grew
the moon of no influence, for them a test tube
lurked the cobblestone streets back alleys parks an flats

the werewolf grew hair on the skin that he owned
was the moon out in full grew the hair on his back
nails they did grow on fingers an toes
fourteen foot shadows crept through the night

the bats in the belfry a werewolf's delight
flickered moon rays to the ground of still night
the branches they danced on the wild cherry tree
five foot high fog brushed the air of the streets

distant blurred screams so chilled the night
townfolk on edge silver moon out in full
the werewolf's on mission to satisfy it's soul

now there's Icabod Crane an the horseman with no head
but that's a different story an not one before bed