Nightly Feast

It was dark and cold that night;

Wolves howled at the moon

And circled us like prey,

Licking their lips with us in sight,

Ready to pounce at the word

Of the Alpha, the commander.

Circling around, the wolves move

In rhythm, around the prey

And licking their hungry lips,

Thirsty for the blood of the innocent,

Waiting for the command to strike

And bring us down,

But we will not go down without a fight.

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