C) Moon Crier

A Moon Crier listens,

Flame in his hands.

The sun is still burning,

But going down.

The Moon Crier watches,

Flame on the ground.

The sun has gone down,

And night is around.

The Moon Crier howls,

Flame burnt out.

A full moon begins to appear.

A hairy hand instead of a smooth one,

A shaggy coat instead of clothes,

The Moon Crier within protudes.

Not a man,

Now a beast,

All humanity is lost.

Moon Crier searching for blood,

To quench his new found thirst.

I am a Moon Crier,

Watching the sky,

I am a Moon Crier,

Staring the sky,

I am a Moon Crier,

Destined to Moon Cry.