Fires fly from smoldering eyes,
Rising from the wishing well,
In a charade, the devil will rise,
Birthed from the ashen hell,
Wise up or burn alive, it's your life
The wolf hungers for strife
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Black laced snakes curled-
Furled beneath sliver chains,
Flourishing in poisoned veins,
Running through rivers of disdain
Weeping under a weeping tree,
Decaying in an uncertain breeze,
Tears swept at a chance to be free
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Through smoke and dirty mirrors,
Things aren't always crystal clear,
The wolf prowls ever near,
A bitter sneer, echoing in your ear,
Looking through the wolf's stares,
Love lashes as it tears
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A lost love song sung,
Beneath the gong,
Rung out before the bong,
It didn't last long-
As bitter hearts were wronged,
The wolf grew ever strong,
Carried through the pulsing throng,
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Carried on, feasting off broken dreams,
Ensnaring their helpless screams,
As blood seeps into the streams-
To plant a seed of a weeping tree,
Decaying in an uncertain breeze,
The wolf's on a hunger spree
Tears swept at a chance to be free