The eerie rings of wolfy snarls ring about pond surfaces that splashing of frosty water fills the nights opac tenderness as the crickets stop the rocking tune you heart beat seems to quicken the sweat forms at the forlock as the whites of your pools show in gahstly stares your sharp whinny sucks the nights silence as the thunder of rattling trees seem to suck the joy from your soul you here the fading nicker turn into the soft spoken scream that end with the disturbing debacle as a bodice seems to fall short of life and steps into the unforigiving mess of death.
