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The Wolf

Once upon a soul forgotten
In the open air was rotten
Darkness there, and essence of the torn

Killing ripping Tearing open
Chilling, willing, to be broken,
is the death, of the fear we know

For i was lonely that one night
when the devil took my life
To me, nothing was ever as real as then

A gust of wind from the outside and in my chair where i reside
I jumped, for it was frightening, to the bone

And as the curtains were blown aside
a lonely wolf then jumped inside
And fear for it was deadly in it's way

The Wolf stood upright tall and proud
and suddenly it spoke aloud
and said the wolf "you think that you know pain"

"but wolf, surely you remember
back some years in bleak December
and said the wolf "you think that you know pain"

I yelped "dear wolf, you must forgive me am lonely there were killings
and said the wolf "you think that you know pain"

I think that midnight was the hour
of the day i was devoured
and after death the wolf said "that's not pain"





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