Somewhere beneath a full moon's glare
comes a howling cry of despair;
as his human frame begins to change,
many of his features begin to rearrange
until where once a man's form did grace,
a wolf like form now stands in its place.

Somewhere beneath a full moon's glare
words are spoken into the air:
the incantation its spells does cast
heated silver into blade made fast.
Once fashioned and cooled, this welded brand,
the hunter takes it up into hand.

Somewhere beneath a full moon's glare
comes together this destined pair.
As they meet each other face to face
an age old confrontation takes place.
Two combatants locked in monstrous clash
as each one battles to win this bash.

Somewhere beneath a full moon's glare
they fight under the orb's stare.
Before this contention is complete
one of them must go down in defeat.
Blade and claw in earnestness strike out
as each of them fights this epic bout.

Somewhere beneath a full moon's glare
another such fray comes to bear.
Werewolf and hunter once again meet
as an age old conflict does repeat.
Who will win this time is uncertain,
but on one drops the final curtain.