the wolves howling

The wolves howling

In the full moon

They have the power

They don't have the meat

The eyes of red

The claws sharp and white

They run in pack

In the darkness

The full moon

Outlining their shadows

Moving in hungry mood

“Where are the meat?”

The back door to hell

There is nothing to sell

Don't hope to smell

The roasted meat in spell

The wolves howling

Shivering the night falling

The backdoor lighting

The emptiness without gifts

“This can't be!

We have nothing to feed

Even for our kind

We are short-changed indeed!”

The Moo sits upright and moo

On his powerful chair he grins

Surrounded by his 4 Black Dragons

Blowing fires to the wind

There will be a meeting

The wolves look into Moo eyes

“You will see how you will stay

We aren't fools to let you get away”

The 4 black dragons roar

With hot fire holding off the wolves

“Respect your leader

This isn't the way to say!”

The wolves howling

“We will see Moo

This isn't over

We will till want our meat

We can't hang around like this

We need our feed to survive

This isn't how it turn out to be

Moo, seriously better think it over”

Moo stares at the wolves

He doesn't say a word

Only the black dragons

Blowing the hot ball of fires

Moo recognizes his position

He bargains with the serpent

Now he gets stuck with it

There will be darkness surrounding his life

He wishes he can change it

But serpent holds him to his deal

The power in his hands

“What's the use?”

The 4 black dragons stare at him

“You know you are a puppet

We are the ones holding it

Until the light hit the darkness”