the first time I was taken I was walking in my sleep
and I would not return this able body back to me
the second time it happened they broke every single bone
and left me with the notion I would always be alone
the number three pervaded every feeling I had left
they followed me inside and by the cunning of their theft
debauchery proceeded to the point of no return
my body caught on fire and I watched the embers burn
the final fourth was coming to devour something more
the soul inside a body that I once had claimed before
and this is where I end the tale of years and of their wolves
was spared my life to tell it to the wise and to the fools