Werewolf Love Story

By Zak Sheppard

We were howling at the moon,

Chests puffed and ready for war.

We danced until we collapse onto the bed – 

With shiner black eyes and blood-stained nails. 

Our chests are puffed out, ready for war. 

My hands tremble at the sight

Of shiner black eyes and blood-stained nails, 

Your wearying spirit and broken bones. 

My hands tremble at the sight;

Someone had to carry me home. 

Your wearying spirit and broken bones

Wait for me in heartache all alone. 

Someone had to carry me home.

We were howling at the moon. 

Wait for me in heartache all alone,

And we’ll dance until we collapse onto the bed.