Like the harsh wind's howling <br />on a lonely summer night. <br />Wolves in sheeps' clothing prowling, <br />looking for innocent prey. <br />Hunting and killing, <br />taking more then they need, <br />simply out of Jealousy, Spite and Greed. <br /> <br />The innocent looks, <br />the violet bright eyes, <br />hiding the wolf in the sheep's 'guise. <br />Nobody notices until all is too late, <br />closing the door, <br />the thing they call fate. <br /> <br />They do not repent, <br />for they see no harm, <br />in the things they've done <br />like a useless cheap charm. <br /> <br />Learn they will not, <br />but hunt they will, <br />like the sun's setting, <br />bringing the winter chill.<br /><br />Mandy Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/school-hierarchy/
