The wolves roaring high
In the full moon in the sky
The stars too blinking
Causing fear all around
The transformation has
In the eyes of many in the back door
They will try to stop the wolves
Running wild in the full moon
The back door bolted up
The wolves have no mercy
They will get what they cherished
The meat and blood
The wolves howling
The shivers flow to the back door
The rattling of the doors
Nobody will win
Only the tortoise will slip through
In the darkest night of shadows
The tortoise walks to claim his prize
The moment of glory in the night of chaos
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