The lamb it was a good
friend, always there when
the rumors spread, the lies
were like a virus that spread
through out my friends.

It made me think it was a friend,
when I was shunned by those
who were meant to be friends.
But I saw a tooth in this lamb it
left scratches on my mind.

I was on the hunt for truths
that lay hidden, and then the
lamb was reviled to be a wolf
preying on those around it
turning friend against friend.

Always there for me but was
whispering lies and being there
for other friends, it showed
its true face with a smile its
teeth did show and the claws
were in everyone each others friends.

It howled with glee at what it had
done, thinking it was a lamb a friend,
but was a wolf what prayed upon the
weakness of its prey, for we were the
lambs, and it left to hunt for new pray
never was it seen again..