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The Wolf -- 6/21/26

Wolf -- written by Kirsten Lindsay on 6/21/96

There he is again
The wolf who haunts my past.
He follows to the present
on a dark and lonely path.

The sight of him brings terror
To my frightened heart.
His soul is full of evil,
Of demons in the dark.

I know he's out there watching
The wolf's patience knows no end.
He knows that he can take me.
He knows that he can win.

The rustle of a leaf,
The whisper of a step,
Strikes terror to my heart,
The wolf may get me yet.

I see him in the dark,
The deep and empty holes.
His glowing amber eyes
Strike terror to my soul.

The wolf, he seems to grin
Like some demonic thing
He knows I'm watching him
The wolf knows everything.

This wolf is the embodiment
Of all my fears and doubts.
He will always win his battle
Even though I scream and shout.

I see him through the windows
In the darkness of the night.
His fangs are cruel and sharp,
I can see them in the light.

Through the light I see his face,
His eyes, so cold and cruel.
His grin, so evil, knows that I
Could never win the duel.

I shut my eyes to still the pounding
Of my frightened heart.
I look again and he has vanished,
Silently in the dark.

I look around me, nervous,
Of what I think I'll see.
But the wolf is gone for now
Hunting some other thing.

My terror is not over,
It's nowhere near the end.
My wolf is never far, and
I know he'll come again.

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