One.
I wear a cape the color of blood.
I walk in the woods with my head held high.
I count the stars when the howling begins.
And the wind blows, blows, blows.
Two.
You approach me with your head held high.
You have a smiling, sunny mouth at nighttime.
You have sharp teeth and claws like knives, but I'm not afraid.
Three.
The moon is high and the howling grows louder.
You touch me hungrily, with your smiling, sunny mouth.
I count the stars as the howling grows louder.
And the wind blows, blows, blows.
Four.
When you pull away, there's blood on your mouth, red just like my cape.
I realize then you're not a boy, but a wolf.
And you've stained my throat with scarlet.
Five.
Now when I walk through the woods, I carry a knife.
My cape is not red, but black.
For I have learned now, that wolves are not men.
And you were reckless to leave me alive.
