A Grim Fairy Tale

Ballad of the Wolf

I Can’t do it , I can’t, and yet I must,

I am compelled,

I am driven by this hungers lust,

This thirst for flesh and blood, how I tire of it all.

How many more victims old and small,

Weak and frail one and all.

What kind of monster have I become, as I lie in wait..

Drawing children to my empty plate,

What have they done to deserve such fate…

But I say to myself, you are a wolf,

are you not…

It is your lot…

You were made to tear the flesh from bone,

Devour and take home…however late…

To regurgitate your fate, upon your little ones plate...

 

Stidwolf March 2005