void of fear trust and peaceful howls

i dare to stand near the edge

peeking over, as you continue to taunt me

if only you knew the absence of my fears

how they've found gullible,

weak little sheep

leaving me to lead them to you.

...

gladly, is all i'll say,

as i follow your predictable cowardly scent

and they growl their thanks,

glad for a varied meal.

...

and your behaviour has shifted,

your eyes more clouded

your blood slowly charring...

what happened?

too foolish to look past their sly bleats?

what i can so clearly see...

the wool is becoming permanent,

your submission louder than your honest smiles

and even honesty is enough to know that

you're too far gone to be welcomed within my howls.

no, do not try to growl or plea.

turn those blind eyes away from my scars

because you know all too well

that my snarls grow vicious

with each passing moon,

and nothing will bring you back

nothing can point your ears

and shed the wooly blanket of whispers you've accepted

you've shown me

that you will forever be the innocent little lamb

hiding from the wolves scarred with the truth you'll never face.

denial is your end.

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Fin.