Moonlit Mist Poem by sarah bishop

In the Moonlit Mist a figure hides it's self from all,
In the Moonlit Mist the figure moves so delicately,
In the Moonlit Mist the figure turns into a shadow of the night,
In the Moonlit Mist the shadow moves in slowly,
In the Moonlit Mist a glimps of light catches the shadow,
In the Moonlit Mist the shadow appears to be just a fragile creature,
In the Moonlit Mist the fragile creature is known as a werewolf,
In the Moonlit Mist the werewolf so gracefully runs off into the moonlit mist.