Well that was such a short short day
Just where did it all go?
The moon rose quite late in the morn
And went down quick not slow
But what a spectacle it was
Up in the bright night sky
The stars a-shining out at once
A nebulous up high
And peaking from behind the clouds
The winter solstice moon
To herald in the shortest day
That came and went quite soon.
The full moon’s arising
Watch out and beware
For old stories are told
Of the werewolves out there
Dressed by lunar attire
In stealth they succumb
To the lure of the moon
That’ll leave them quite numb
In the light of the moon
Now found and sought out
Shape shifters by magic
Are beyond any doubt
Caught in aberrant dread
With shudders of fear
And mutated to wolves
As full moons do appear
As creatures of horror
They menace the night
And threaten the darkness
With savagery and fright
To entrap and ensnarl
Confuse and perplex
Invading sweet dream worlds
And their minds over vex
The full moon’s arising
Watch out and beware
For old stories are told
Of the werewolves out there
Dressed by lunar attire
In stealth they become
Grey dogs of the night time
In the full moon’s syndrome
Ginz&Tonic 