The full moon illuminates the darkness
Peasants close and lock their doors tightly
The silence of the night is broken all at once
By the noises of frightened cows in the barn
A mother peeks carefully out from her window
To see the unnatural motion of black bats
Flying scattered in uneven patterns
The howls of a wolf seem closer than usual
More wolves join in the ominous song
Screams of a tortured woman next door
On the floor writhing from a seizure
The preacher holds his bible and prays
But does not dare to leave
the safety of his dusty room
Father grips his gun nervously
Baby sleeps silently in a basket
Something in the air feels unnatural
The peasant families await the dawn
but do not sleep soundly