• The full moon shines in the mid of night,
    I howl as a shot rings from my right.
    Blood trickles to my paw,
    When a banshee screams as sharp as claws.
    A large man laughed as I whimpered that night,
    For I cried with grim and fright.
    That was the last thing I had heard,
    Before my body was left for the birds.