I hear the screaming through the halls,
Scratching & tearing through my walls,
I see the wolves outside my window,
Beckoning me with eyes that dwindle,
As I look Upon the Moon,
Their howling begins to make me swoon,
Rushing out into the garden,
Not to bare alone my painful burden,
Here outside the Moon fills my eyes,
Listening to the wolves tearful cries,
I take the dagger from it's sheath,
Watching the wolves run flashing their teeth,
The dagger is plunged within my womb,
The wolves then start to croon,
They cry in sorrow,
As I start my new tomorrow,
A surge of pain fills my mind,
My vision closing, becoming blind,
Dar