The beast in darkened lair does thirst
For human blood, the village curse
Upon full moon it greets the night
Consumes its prey until daylight

As full moon calls upon the beast
To come, arise, take part in feast
One lonely man, takes up a bow
Readies his arrows, to do in the foe

It was there among the many trees
The moonlight brightened well, he sees
The hungered beast, he slowly nears
With utmost quiet, suppresses fears

His hand upon the feathered glide
With hopes it reaches deep inside
His mighty arm it pulled back tight
As the arrow then took aim and flight

But no, the creature had turned in time
To see the arrow come. What crime!
He reached real fast, an arrow took
His hands were strong although they shook

Placed, with point aimed at the head
He released with hopes to make him dead
Smiled now, as he gained some ground
For the beast let out its dying sound

He walked backed to his village square
It was quiet and still, no one there
Retreating then to his humble abode
He fell off to slumber with story not told