Werewolf

Just outside his window, moonlight turns the pounding rain ¦¦ into gems that glitter on the grass Crouching, with his face mere inches from the lower pane, ¦¦ he fogs up the bottom of the glass He's been acting strangely for at least a week or two ¦¦ Now, the pieces start to fall in place While he is fixating on what he's about to do, ¦¦ grotesque changes flicker on his face Suddenly, he shakes with pain, the likes he's never felt, ¦¦ next, awakes beside the garden path where, revived by spikes of rain that drive into his pelt, ¦¦he comes back alive... a psychopath Abstract thoughts identify a full moon as the cause ¦¦ for the transformation he's come by Driven mad by hands and feet that flatten and sprout claws, ¦¦he lets out a howl that spans the sky In due time, he's acclimated to his altered state, ¦¦ steady now, enough to leave the trees, he heads to a town that he has visited of late, ¦¦where he will begin his blasphemies Upon his arrival, he is met with blinding lights ¦¦ Townsfolk holding torches in the air! Shouldering their muskets, several have him in their sights ¦¦ but the danger doesn't come from there He has caught the scent of one who sits some feet apart ¦¦ Someone who has got a proper gun BANG! A single shot, then molten silver hits his heart ¦¦ and his reformation has begun As he writhes and howls, the townfolk move in gingerly, ¦¦ peering past thick clouds of grainy smoke Having slain a monster, they are stunned by what they see - ¦¦ They've gunned down an ordinary bloke!