Twisted

As the blood moon starts to fade
The wolves come out to play
Dark and deep I travel onto thee
Wondering till I cannot move my feet
Silently I started to keep
I listen onto thee
Slow ruffling, I hear
Hark!
I am not alone in these woods
Panic, I must not but.
Terror coursed through my veins
Which causes me to shake
On my feet on which I stand
I run…