Frightful Sight

O werewolves of the night

When the sky is high and the moon is all bright   

 Do come into my house, but give me no fright.

Your blood smeared fangs, and your fiery eye’s blaze.    

   Is all that I desire to see for the night .

Your mesmerizing transition   when the moon goes high nation.

Is the only visual perception   

   I need to see.

A frightful sight though would still be a feast for the eyes  beyond imagination.