Werewolf on a mission

It stood amidst the shadowy gloom
A mammoth of monstrosity miscreation
omitting such a foul-smelling perfume 
ready for it’s abysmal devastation
This freak of nature is a devilish demon in disguise betwixt and between his blood-curdling cannibalize

Dare one venture into the darkness of the eventide amongst the density of the shrouded somber one would fail to find a hide
For there lurking camouflaged standing tall beside an interwoven copse it will tear your limbs from shreds of threads and chunk you into chops

Werewolves, horrific hellions, abnormalities of animalistic guise
Howling from hell’s wrath 
Oh yon wretched, woeful cries
Such determination as he hounds his hungry quest
Rip-roaring slaughtered savagery is merely his self-interest
So do not say I did not warn you there is a Werewolf on a mission
for Pity’s sake be wary and watch one’s step from his extrasensory vision