Look into the eyes of wolves, you'll find no comfort there,
they watch you as you try to escape, they
stand and stop and stare.
Their spirit is as wild and free as anything
could be,
they mock the time the earth doth gives,
and feasts on what we can't see.
they run with swiftness, fast and strong,
their hearts know no fear,
they dance to lifes sweet song, one only
they can hear.
their teeth are sharp and deadly, fear their
mornful howl,
for wolves are stealthy and accurate, when
hunting, on the prowl.
they move through the woods like ghosts,
creatures of the night,
feasting, snarling, snapping, eating
whatever doesn't escape their bite!
So hear the song of wolf cry, mournful, yet
strong and brave,
and feel the fear rush upon you, for it it
YOU they crave!
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