A lone wolf howls on a knoll
Intending to strike fear into the hearts
Of the victims of the night
A frozen, bladelike wind cut into his fur and his cruel
Piercing yellow eyes probe the plain
Blanketed in snow and
Reflecting the moon in all its glory

The three victims be
Children seeking the sea
Runaways they be
The lone wolf’s howl
Strikes fear into their hearts
That gruesome monsters will come to
Eat their body parts

And the moon is an orb
A white orb of light
That lights up
The darkness of the night

And the children will huddle and cry
Knowing that they will die
They will die of cold and fright
In the cruelty of the night