Ah yes,
The Beast,
One of legends
They say.
Body of a man
The head of a wolf
And eyes that are whiter than grey

The teeth of a demon
The tongue of a snake
The hands of a murderer
A mind you would hate.

He walks on two legs
Sometimes four
His throat is bloodthirsty
Always wanting more

When the moon is bright,
The beast begins
He takes his form
And the slaughter begins.

Men women and children
No one is safe
From The Beast
The Beast
The Beast and his hate.

The reaper is here, you see
For it is a night unto thee
That the moon shall be full
And he shall hunt down the mules
The children
The women

For you see,
The beast is not you
No
No
But it is me,
And I enjoyed this talk with you
To tell you about me.

How great it has been,
To have a little chat,
But, now
Cour, petite lapin, cour
Because you won’t be coming back.

Ah yes, I see your fear
One of disbelief
All but hope is here.
No one shall see
And I shall take you to me

For my jaws ache for my meat,
And you are just my type,
Soft,
Pink,
Bloody.

You can see it, cant you?
That I am beginning to change,
To turn into a wolf of the night,
Come, lapin, come to me
For I love my rabbits nice and scared

To eat.