NOTE: Yes, this poem is mine too.
Wolves at night
Wolves at night
Ready for the evening fight
Gushing, Tearing, Snapping, thirst for the bloody blight

Oh what a site!
What a site, in the eerie light!
And what do you know?
The crimson snow has a frosty bite of it's own

But it's okay
I'm here to stay
In this nightmare's home

Because, it's a terrible truth and fright
But we're all just wolves at night