It Beckons a Wolf

By the sight of the moon,

It beckons a wolf.

A dark mysterious creature

That looms in the shadows,

And lingers in the dark

For its next helpless victim

It waits..........

Under the silence of night,

With the light of the moon

The rustle of leaves

Which is caused by the winds of the night
This figure moves quickly and swiftly

Under the blanket of darkness

Drawing closer to its victim

It pauses

It stops breathing , it looks around

Ready to pounce
It attacks.............

It has over come its victim

Now that it’s thrust for blood has been quenched

The figure stager’s home

Only to linger in the shadows again

And await its next victim