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Old Devil Wolf

He’s a stealthy old wolf

With his cunning eyes

That wolfish sharp grin

And his howling of lies

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Into tainted dark, he roams

Clever ‘ol wolf prowling lone

Seething jaws set up to kill

Heartbeat slow yet thrilled

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His raw fury and anger

Echo in a forest gloom

Claws buried in danger

Under the young moon

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As his tame personality dire

Changes like roaring wildfire

Uncontrollable and destructive

His sound reasoning defective

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He stalks his hidden prey

In the dead of the midnight

The hunted pray for mercy

They pray for a short fight

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That ashy grey coat of fur

Bristling in cautious alarm

Blood dripping from mouth

Fresh, sangria, still so warm

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He will pounce and shred you

Apart, limb from rending limb

A sharpest glint in his cold eyes

A last faint glimmer as you die

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That strange man is the old devil wolf

Filled with apathy, hate, and sheer scorn

So pray wary caution, my dearest Luna

Or you just might cause him to transform.

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