In the dark of night, beneath the moon's bright light A transformation occurs, a beastly sight ... poem by Stefano Donno

In the dark of night, beneath the moon's bright light

A transformation occurs, a beastly sight

For the boy becomes a wolf, wild and free

And he runs through the woods, with glee

He leaps and he howls, with a primal call

As he runs through the forest, tall

And the people below, they stare in awe

As they watch this creature, without a flaw

He's Teen Wolf, the boy with the fur

A creature of instinct, with a wild purr

And he runs through the night, with all his might

Unfettered and free, in the moon's light

With every step, he feels the power

The strength and the speed, of the midnight hour

And he revels in it, with a fierce delight

For he's Teen Wolf, and he rules the night

So if you ever find yourself in the woods

And you hear a howl, that echoes through the goods

Just remember, it's only Teen Wolf, you see

Running free, wild and happy, as he can be.