The wolves howl
The wind blows
The water of the river
Rapidly flows
You run in the wood
So fearful of danger
You have no knowledge
To watch caused such anger.
You scream and shout
As it's hands reach you
It stares with such hatred
Black eyes,once so blue
You can only think
"I am going to die"
When you come to realization
And shiver where you lie.
By Jamie Hall
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