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”
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