The Lone Wolf

Slowly tis moon surge-by Two shades join in harmony As the door sides creak Allowin' the cold airs To filter in calmly Blind winds blow boldly Dogs bark and whine And the pines call Fear knows not himself Yet a dark cloak Sweeps fast across the lane Creepy and with leaps Takes cover behind the shrubs Blood-shot eyes of fury Lips of dried amber drops Teeth filed straight like the Sabre Ears dropped to navigate And the fur; painted half dark Gross nose and a hot fume When the dogs bark; There is somethin' out there Somethin' is walkin' Takin' a lonely stroll Castin' a scary shadow Across those empty roads