12 October 2012
The wolf was howling once again as It did every night, His breath cool and foggy in the eternal moon light.
The murderer came a tapping again, His knife apon the window, Instilling fright throughout the night, His shadow hanging low.
Turn on the light and look again, There's nothing really there; The wolf's just wind,the murderer a tree, Turn the light off if you dare.
Forever Followed • Opuss № I