When wolfbane blooms

[spoken, by an ancient woman]
“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.”
[Verse 1]
On waxing full and rising high,
the moon stirs madness in my eye
and then my blood in boiling rage
sets free this monster from its cage
[Chorus]
As evening falls and wolf bane blooms
I prowl the wood to fill more tombs.
I stalk my prey for one more kill,
And hunt down flesh with primal skill.
[Verse 2]
Through gibbous nights of waxing full
I feel the moon’s grip in me pull
a predator with raging growls
from deep within my fearsome howls.
[Chorus]
As evening falls and wolf bane blooms
I prowl the wood to fill more tombs.
I stalk my prey for one more kill,
And hunt down flesh with primal skill.
[Verse 3]
For god’s sake, stay away from me
as lunar cycles wax, I plea.
You must avoid my lupine cry
that echoes down the streets nearby.
[Chorus]
As evening falls and wolf bane blooms
I prowl the wood to fill more tombs.
I stalk my prey for one more kill,
And hunt down flesh with primal skill.
[Outro]
I howl until the moon descends,
And growl until this cycle ends.
Hold out your palm for this exam,
And check it for a pentagram.
[wolves howling in the distance]

Orchestral monster movie music for a classical orchestra and singer, playing swirling whole-tone scales