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(words by Ethan Walden)

Brooding - in the dark, lies a cold and lonely curse

Waiting - to befall, those who had wrought its birth

Hidden - in plain sight, ignorance its only cloak

Evil - with wolf eyes, waits to kill the day

Through the forest

Beneath the trees

A river runs

Glowing with empathy

Searching for the distant sea

Creeping - came the early mist, the fog that distorts conscience

Slowly - seeping through, smothering all in dreadful haze

The wolf - silhouetted, raises its head to the blackened sky

Howling - rips the air, telling of the deed to come

The wind came

With frightening speed

Gust away

The river now will bleed

Disappear beneath the trees