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.
Revolving in the deep darkness
Sits the young creature filled with madness,
Curled up in pain and fear
Of their true power and strength.
Filled with rage, covered in black,
The creature sits and waits,
Waits before the blood boils
And unleashes wrath unto
The sorry souls in the path.
It is not done out of hate,
But out of sorrow for the world,
For the decimated and ruined world
That no one should continue to live in.
I looked in the mirror
To look at my outfit
For the night.
Instead, I saw the demon
That lives inside and
I suddenly did not want to live.
In the darkness I walk,
Afraid of what is around
The corner and afraid
Of what I might encounter.
Eyes, bright red eyes have found me,
Staring straight into me and pierce
My soul. In this darkness,
I was right to fear the black mirror.