A wanderer between the trees, just a shadow flickering,
Haunting whispers creep near by, my sceptic thoughts brought numbness in.
When there she stood, ahead of me, with darkness flooding from her eyes.
I did not speak, nor move my feet, and thus she looked so childlike.
And then she spoke with gentle words, "It's you I thank so dearly."
Her sweetness seethed with poisons vile, I stood with curiosity.
"Who are you?" I spoke with doubt, unsure of her existence,
"I am the Wolfe, but soon I'm you." Then darkness stole my essence.
Today I walk a tiny line, between two walls of sanity,
She dissapeared on that day, I'm left with vicious memories.
She comes to me, on darkened nights. She whispers heinous, wrathful things.
That stranger that I came across, that girl, my only remedy.
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