As I quietly stroll through the lovely golden fields
of wheat on this glorious Autumn night I suddenly
begin to howl ferociously at the cold unsmiling face
of the harvest moon.
My body begins to writhe and contort uncontrollably
and blood curdling screams escape my lips as I begin to
magically transform into a snarling,blood thirsty beast
at the tolling of the bells upon the witching hour.
Donavon Scott Vinson