Terror In The Night

Screams echo in the mist
Wolves fly over the land
a women lay dead
His power she could not withstand

torn in half by claws
yet whole and staring up lifeless
wolves begin to feed on limbs
the evil creature who killed her
he watches from a distance

His minions he could trust
Nothing would be left untouched
soon destroyed and ripped and torn to shreds
there would be no evil evidence

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