The wolves outside
 Are calling to me
They'll never stop
 or let me be.
This torment so great
 my will so weak
The closer they come
 the louder I speak.

Their yelps have risen
 night after night.
Their sounds are clear
 but they're out of sight.
I raise my voice
 and yell to my walls
I try to hide
 running through halls.

Tortured by wolves
 teir cries too chilling
I wonder if they know
 Tis I they are killing
Not some passing rabbit
 not some potential mael
But me, it is MY soul
 in which they will steal.

The night after last
Their laughter is nearing
Peircing my ears
obstructing my hearing
Wolves, I can see
around my yard
Wolves, I can hear
stand on gaurd.

This night I hear them
sniffing the corners
of my home.  I can see
them crying like mourners.
With tears in their eyes
but lips snarled and grinning
I know my end
will soon be beginning

They surround my house
now, as I begin to scream
Pleace, mind, wake up now
Wake from this dream
I scream into my pillow
as I curl in my bed
Thoughts I wish to never think
Start arriving in my head.

Covering my earts
and shouting a little song
knowing the final end
is not far along.
They are so close
I can smell them now
Smelling the stench
of death on their bow-wow.

I pear out my window
STill screaming my tune.
Now shrieking in terror
At the fate which is soon.
The wolves outside
can hear me breathe
I know what
will make them leave.

I go to my closet
and pull out my friend
Yelling and screaming
"It'll make this end!!"
The wolves are yelping
I'm shrieking in fear
But the end of the beginning
to the end is now near.

With a great explosion
the wolves start to hush
And I lay in a pool
of silent red mush
The wolves lift their heads
and look towards light.
They cry in sadness
to the full moon night.

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