Unknown Enemy

The stars were not aligned that night
A day before the Lord was born
And all the signs were meant to warn
That day was not the perfect one
After the line that brought to them
Six daughters one after another
He came onto this world a boy
And he was named after his father
Not Bento, no, he wasn’t called
And so not safe from destiny
He had black hair onto his head
The colour of his future deeds

And on a Friday summer night
He slept outside just for a change
And so the fullest moon was there
Shining directly on his face
That’s when he knew about his fate
That’s when he felt the urge to kill
And a desire to reap flesh
Began to take the best of him
The strangest urge got in his mind
He had to do it for his needs
And a desire to eat flesh
Got in his head, refused to leave

The first time when he changed his form
Was like the living hell on earth
His jaws were shut, he could not speak
And just for blood he felt a thirst
Just as a rabid-like disease
His eyes were sparkling in the dark
As he was looking for some help
His breathing got extremely loud
Hair became the clothes he wore
His limbs were moving on their own
His face transcended to a grim
Over himself he lost control

But he got used to this new life
And soon began to praise its goods
He got himself another name
One worthy that reflects the truth
From that day he was Lycaon
Just as the cruel king long gone
That stood a mad man before Zeus
And served him the meat of his son
The only drawback was the moon
That never was full on the sky
When he needed this the most
When it was critical to shine