Stone, brick,glass and sill
Bathed in silver and deathly still
Behold a figure leaped so high
Flashing past in the wink of an eye
With the wind blowing in your mane
...And the blood throbbing in your vein
Become the beast on the nightly prowl
Leaping up to give a chilling howl
Blind speed covered in a grunt
Eyes agleam with the thrill of the hunt
Your mind swaying to a haunting tune
Ah! To run under the full moon!