The moon rises

Changing dew into diamonds,

A wolf stalks silently knowing,

The dark is full of surprises.

The wolf is wary

Coming out to the cliff

Watching the boats go past

There lights red as a cherry,

The shinning moon

The salty wave

The bright sparkling dew

It will be midnight soon

The hour is here

The howl begins

Silence has disappeared

When he smells fear

A twig loudly goes snap

A bullet fires

It hit the wolf

An audible WHAP.

He drops like a stone

That handsome beast

His silver fur stained with blood

Making it shine roan.

The tears he cried

Streamed down into the sea

As he lay in the grass

And slowly died

Then ends the last wolf of

Llanfair