Absent of light
This closing forest
I feel the dread
I feel their breath

The scent of death
Tormenting howls
Torn limb from limb
Drained of my blood

Encircled by wolves

Surrounded by darkness
I feel nothing
Entranced by death
I am becoming

The wolfpack calls
They becon my name
Shapeshifting
Transforming

Encircled by wolves
Stoped by the pack
Tearing my flesh
Vision turns black
I choke on my blood
Death drawing near
Lost in the forest
Killed by the pack