Warn foolish men of a new-evil found
Sleeping dormant in God-fearing men;
A wolf that slumbers within his den.
With a sleeping vengeance that will suddenly rise,
He stalks the forest with greed filled eyes
To take the life of more feeble men
And drag them, captives, to his den.
But as morning comes so does the mask
That hides the beast before the last
Owl that croons in haunted woods
Flees the land to tend her brood.
A warning set now in the raven's call,
"He looks like a man but not at all!"
But the beast that dips his head to drink
From the shattered souls that dare to sleep.
And now the innocent, bones they lie,
From the jaws of evil, they have died.
And now the raven plucks the tooth
From children's bones, snatched from Youth.
Beware the smile of the misleading man
His words drip poison like hourglass-sands
But listen instead to the sentinel bird,
"Man take head and hear my words!"
"Even the one who prays at his bedside
Can become the wolf when the moon is nigh."
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Thanks for reading, and any feedback is appreciated. There is *supposed* to be a message within this poem, I hope you as readers managed to catch it
-Moo
