In the day
We are all just ordinary people
Innocent, going about our lives
Friendly, with good intent
But by night
many become extra-ordinary
When a certain moon rises
The good man struggles
The internal battle of many
To be what we don’t embrace
For some, they don’t fight
They gladly will accept
Both in mind and Body
They love the lunar glow
For when the moonlight shines
The wolfbane blooms
Tempting the decent man
Into licentious doom
Can he resist
Biology will persist
The night is always young
And the moon so bright
What’s wrong with some fun
By morning we’re ordinary, alright
Years of bad luck can lead to this
Giving in to the promiscuous kiss
Should he change now
He may never come back
Years could pass for the wolf
Until the person gets back on track
Does everyone go through this
Where is his partner and her bliss
As the moon rises for the noir
Even mortal saints can sin
And so he falls to his fours
Finally embracing what lies within. . .
Novatourist 