26 October 2012
Camping with the moon,
All full with a pleasant glow,
I just hope that on this night,
The werewolf do not show.
I'm hiding from the vicious beasts,
Keeping my fear at bay,
I just need to wait
until the break of day.
The rain has starting typing
I can no longer hear their approach,
I have a lot more to fear-
Then a simple little roach.
Their howling in the distance
I can hear their hunger call,
My only defence a flimsy tent,
They have the cover of night fall.
The Wolfs Approach • Opuss № I