the bad wolves

The bad wolves are waiting

They seem to smell the blood boiling

They wish they can appear in the day

Catch the undecided leaders make them theirs

The bad wolves can run

In the dark night to watch

Though they may have different agendas

The common goal is to raid the blood banks

They are hungry for blood

The months out in the cold

They seem to grow old

The ability to hunt and think is limited

The power once they had

Without it they feel weak in the heads

So, they give monies for others to do

Create noises they aren't down and out

The bad wolves can't work alone

They don't have the power to strike

Their wings have been clipped for good

They can only run and can be shot