the pack of wolves

The pack of wolves

In the midnight howl

The cry in the night

Eyes red the clamouring claws

The leader stands on stage

Surveying the pack of wolves

Taking his deep breath

“My brothers and sisters!”

The roaring in the night

The stars running bright

“The hunters are coming

We will be hunted!”

The silence in the pack

The shaking heads “We will fight!”

The leader smiles glaring his white fangs

“Of course we can't surrender lamely”

A few silver bullets fly

Hissing in the dark night

Like the silent wind

It takes the targets

One arrow flies

Right to the forehead of the leader

He doesn't have time to duck

He falls before he can run away

The growling and howling

The panic with the pack of wolves

Many silver bullets flying in different directions

The night of wolves; the pack of dead on the ground

When it is over

The hunters appear in the night

Burn them all take no chances

They are the breed we don't need