He's a stealthy old wolf
With his cunning eyes
That wolfish sharp grin
And his howling of lies
.
Into tainted dark, he roams
Clever 'ol wolf prowling lone
Seething jaws set up to kill
Heartbeat slow yet thrilled
.
His raw fury and anger
Echo in a forest gloom
Claws buried in danger
Under the young moon
.
As his tame personality dire
Changes like roaring wildfire
Uncontrollable and destructive
His sound reasoning defective
.
He stalks his hidden prey
In the dead of the midnight
The hunted pray for mercy
They pray for a short fight
.
That ashy grey coat of fur
Bristling in cautious alarm
Blood dripping from mouth
Fresh, sangria, still so warm
.
He will pounce and shred you
Apart, limb from rending limb
A sharpest glint in his cold eyes
A last faint glimmer as you die
.
That strange man is the old devil wolf
Filled with apathy, hate, and sheer scorn
So pray wary caution, my dearest Luna
Or you just might cause him to transform.
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Poesía"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
