The night is still, the night is young.
As the moon rises,
And I stand in the forest on my bare bare feet,
I hear the cry,
A cry of pain and fear.
Like a ghostly shadow,
A wolf runs,
Runs from the hunters,
Who are oh so near.
Anger drives me and my heartbeat quickens,
My spine and ribs collapse,
I cry out but there is no scream,
There is only a howl.
My brittle teeth become fangs,
My hands and feet paws,
My soft skin is no more,
Only a slick tail and fur.
As I howl to the moon,
The hunters change their course,
And that ghostly wolf is safe,
For now.
The hunters get closer,
I swerve around and run.
But there is another one behind me,
BANG!
The deed is done.
Ya. Lame! I know! But I was bord, so shut up! :P
