I run through the forest of the night
Wolf paws beating my reckless flight
Bones crunching with sweet pain
Wiping clear all thoughts sane
A scream tears from my throat
As chestnut trails weave my coat
Primeval cries rise from the night
My hackles raise ready to fight
Silver bullets scream through the air
Searching for my skin to tear
Cold light simmers in their eyes
As evil as their blood thirsty cries
Chasing me with skill and speed
Trying to quench some insatiable need
Bullets spilling my crimson blood
Shallow puddles in the half dried mud
And as my reign fell in the forest of the night
My last thought was of dawns first light