lycanthropy , lycanthropy , what a change youve made in me : my hair has grown so rapidly ; my wounds heal much more readily ; and now my heart has broken through from this most sadistic cue : when the moon is full , i start changing to a wolf-in-part , but no silver do i have to make arrow , blade , or shaft ; and so i live as half-a-man until the moon is full again , and then the wolfish fangs will sprout , to rip and rend and shred and gouge ; the taste of blood , the taste of flesh my appetite is quickly whet the screams of fear , the screams of pain , drive me down a frenzied chain ; one by one , they slake my thirst until i very nearly burst , and then the sun begins to rise , blinding memy human eyes the tears well up in agony ive survived again , you see and all i really want from life is an end to all this strife .