The werewolf

The blood lust howl across the moor,
The villagers run and bar their door,
From this creature who lives to kill,
He slays the humans with great skill,

His fur is matted with blood and gore,
His victims brake in his mighty jaw,
He stalks the street when the moon is full,
His inner beast comes with moons pull,

This creatures heart is black and dark,
The creature strikes with a fearsome bark,
A bullet of silver is the creatures bane,
This will slay this creature arcane.