The Werewolf's Sonnet

I see the moon's reflection in your eyes;
They tell of blissful runs through icy nights,
Your reign that lasts sunset to sunrise.
I know the story of the werewolves' flight.
I see the lust for blood inside your soul;
It tells the madness haunting ev'ry month:
The pearly orb that renders hearts ice cold,
The sign for you to begin your frightful hunt.
This is your curse that tortures always, friend.
It will stay with you 'til the day you die,
Unsettling torment with you to the end.
Never will you be free, slave of the sky.
The moon is round; I hear the howls tonight,
The werewolves prowl and hunt and feast and fight.