Beware,I am the wolf stood at your door,
the bloodhound that wants more and more until you break and I will take you,make you mine
and you'll resign yourself to me for all eternity,I am the dog that barks,the rustling in the trees in parks,the sounds you dread to hear,I feed your fear,fear me.

I see and count your secrets one by one,throw them away but they're not gone,I save them in my tinder box.I am the pox of centuries and people,they don't mention me but I am all that you will see,locked into my eternity.

I am the paviour of the unlit street, a saviour some would say, then look away,you would not want to meet me,treat me to a tea or two, you
would do well to keep clear of me,
the wolf and his eternity.