The Boy Who Saw Wolves
The boy had monsters in his head
His dreams of headless men and hungry lions
Would follow him into the daytime.
He would leave his sleep with cuts and bruises
And return with tear soaked pillows.
And oh how the children laughed.
In the mornings it was wolves
Ravenous in their heat.
They hunted his wonder
Swallowed his curiosity
They threatened his flock.
The howling shook his bones
He would scream to block it out
And deep his bones would bleed.
And oh how the children laughed.
Each day the wolves would take their toll
Ripping at his sanity
No matter how he cried for help
He was only met with scowls
The nightmares and the monsters and the wolves
They stole the poor boy's soul.
And he gave in to the night.
And oh how the children wept.
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