I caught sight of a wolf in the barren night; out for blood, it sensed me.
It snarled and growled, baring its fangs; it threatened to swallow me whole.
With no escape in sight, I still tried to run; I could not help but to flee.
I was the flesh to soothe its hunger pangs; how he begged to devour my soul.
Vicious and bloodthirsty, he stalked me in shadows; I ran but could not hide.
Exasperated and exhausted, I fought for my life; desperation only grew.
I tried to conceal myself within shallows; I did not drown, but I had tried.
The beast dragged me out of the water; I balked at the carnage to ensue.

Razor fangs ripped away at my flesh; bones cracked and shattered as he chewed.
The wounds did sear as they burned and bled; I thrashed as the onslaught went on.
It was a game of natural selection; the hunter did win, and the hunted did lose.
He picked away at what remained; innards were devoured from dusk until dawn.
In a heap on the ground, I laid still; the rain poured, yet the bloodstains remained.
His dark shadow loomed over my desolate fate; unending lives this mortal pain.