The Stranger

The prize of pushing past what no one ever dared
 An unforgiving, horrifying bestial glare
 Bleeding! Panting! He feels his life expire
 Chased through the night by their threatening cries
 Fleeing! Panicked! Tearing thorns and briers
 Impenetrable like the overcast skies
 Out of the evening gloom he came into the village
 No one knew his name or his face
 The townsfolk stared and whispered 'bout the stranger's image
 What he was up to at this time in this place
 Blood-caked claws and dripping fangs were bared...
 Well later that night, in a tavern rank of piss and drink
 All the inebriated sots avoided him
 But then he set his sight on a buxom wench, whose luring wink
 Led him to the back room, where she bestrode him with an eager grin
 She rode him sore, behind closed doors
 His grip was tight, he felt his cravings rise
 She gave him more, on all her fours
 Delighted he went on with burning zest in his eyes
 Groaning, moaning, full of crude desire
 She scratched and bit him bloody, kindling his lust
 Screaming, longing, she set his loins on fire
 Then things went horribly wrong in ways they never must
 Bleeding! Panting! He feels his life expire
 Chased through the night by their threatening cries!
 Fleeing! Panicked! Tearing thorns and briers
 Impenetrable like the overcast skies!
 Blood-caked claws and dripping fangs were bared...
 The prize of pushing past what no one ever dared
 An unforgiving, horrifying bestial glare
 Bleeding! Panting! Spent and deadly tired
 He ends his flight despite their threatening cries!
 Kneeling! Panicked! Tattered by thorns and briers
 He looks in terror to the shifting skies!
 The roaming clouds unveil the moon...
 Worn out, cornered, lost is all hope
 Eventually he reached the end of his rope
 He barely fled alive as he indulged her whim
 And that inhuman bitch, sneeringly turned on him
 Shadows in the woods, the raging villagers nearing
 Bloodlust in their gaze! The hunters step into the clearing
 "Oh holy Luna, full ablaze!"
 One by one, howling, they shed their human skin!
 With bared fangs and claws alike they tear into him!
 The trespasser had seen it all and so his fate was doomed
 His journey ended savagely, under the full moon
 Blood-spattered thicket. Again the night was still
 And kept was the secret of Lupusville