The wolves, they slumber the day away.
After a night devoid of sleep, stealthily they stock the Shepherds sheep, being ever so careful not to make a peep and avoid waking the unsuspecting from their peaceful sleep.
The wolves, they slumber the day away.
After looming nearer, poised with intent, moonlight glimmering from slaver soaked fangs...
So enraptured is their arrogance of the meal that lay ahead, heedless they descend, upon the shepherds sheep as they lay asleep.
The wolves, they slumber the day away.
After regailing the moon with their mournful howling, carried away like melodies on the brisk night air, one stands alone with nary a care, it would seem by his cold and calculated stare, made all the more menacing by his blood soaked hair.
The wolves, they slumber the day away.
After they spent their night running away, from the villagers who were seeking swift revenge, for the sleeping shepherd boy, that was found in the wolves lair, whom was met with his fate, in the late night hours.
The wolves, they wake just as dusk begins to break.
To begin another hunt anew, while the sleeping Shepard boy, will never wake, the villagers all sharpen their stakes.
Little shepherd boy eternally slumbering on, don't mourn for your sheep they will last long, all while the wolves melodies keep carrying on, from now until forever more....
3/11/22
