Pitter patter go those sharp clawed feet <br />I hear them padding up the street <br />The lightning strikes against my door <br />The air is sharp my lungs are raw <br />They raise their heads, howl in unearthly chorus <br />Is the devil coming for us? <br />The wolves cast their shadows into my room <br />Those shadows will surely spell my doom <br />I hear their claws scratch at the wood <br />They shriek and howl and cry out for blood <br />I heave my bead against the door <br />They bare their fangs and cry for more <br />A paw crashes through close to my ear <br />All I feel now is numbing fear <br />I can taste their breath on the tip of my tongue <br />Why now? I am too young <br />I risk a fleeting glance behind <br />and what I see drives me out of my mind <br />Their eyes were fire that burned deep red <br />I knew that I would soon be dead <br />A blood stained muzzle breaks through near my arm <br />Now is surely the time for alarm <br />As one their lap against my door <br />My bed is sent spinning across the floor <br />The door is forced open, silluetted by the moon <br />I would meet my end in the silent gloom<br /><br />Steffi Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wolves-made-of-nightmares/
