The wolf stalks it's prey
As thoughts haunt dreams
Shadows in the night
All too much of a what if
Contemplation births confusion
Insomnia asks questions
And the night lasts eternal
Hours pass slowly
Lingers too long often
Screams are howls and silence
Time passes slowly
In the late evening
Where the wolf prowls
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