• I was as excited as can be,
    Tonight is Christmas Eve you see.

    But now I fall into my bed,
    Time to rest my weary head.

    As red moonlight shines through the window,
    I close my eyes to fall sound asleep.
    The next scene of winter I see there is blood in the snow.
    I awoke in my basement, with scars that run deep.

    There are prints in the powder,
    Of feet oddly shaped.
    They look like sharp paws,
    And are surrounded by thick fur.
    They are spaced like an ape's,
    Yet at the toes they have claws.

    There was several hours since this morn's dawn,
    I have discovered the torn up carcass of a fawn.
    The poor creature's death was from being torn at the throat,
    There are scars in its sides and blood on it's coat.
    I mourn for the loss of this poor spirit's departure,
    But I guess that now it's off to a greener pasture,
    Yet deep down inside me I just can't help but feel,
    This deer would have made a very tasty meal.

    It's nearing the time of blinding light,
    An early winter's noon,
    And I have just looked to the right,
    Only to notice an emerging full moon.
    As I fall to the ground, now writhing in pain,
    I feel my lycanthropy, as it is popping in my veins.

    The parasite has taken over,
    I would pity it's next prey,
    But time to die now Rover,
    For I knew of you earlier this day.

    I set up a trap, a deadman's deathwish,
    We die today with an injection of silver.

    To you, my cursed dog virus,
    I bid you farewell, and a Merry Christmas.