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I am the encircling wolves, advancing with ghastly pace

Hungry for flesh and blood, in each gleaming face

In the hideous darkest night, I flashed like a bolt of light

Peasants shivers and fears, displayed to every witness

Around the blest spot, I see a radiant glow

Now it is time to fade and vanish below the freezing moon

In the eyes, fades the light and dies the raging blast

The hour of dread it is and the reigning horror will last

So wonder of fear are stilled in its deepest sleep

As through the breaking clouds the moon rays peep

Fear this is not a fairytale, but a blend of truth and dream like air exhaled

No fate would babble the wolf wracked night

When wild eerie ways afford the sight

Rise the dawn’s bright radiance bated

A eventful scene so late in terror swathed

I found new pleasures in the gruesome spot

While chattering churls sought the ruined cot

Over roads and meads I felt the new dript wound

Till I lost myself amidst the swampy ground

Always unappeased with the flesh consumed

For what the sand takes is never returned

Yet strangely mutters are heard over the mystery

In the dark with my insanity

My wild eyes were glowed with some unusual sight

Hunters were lurkering in the river bank at night

Men and hunting hounds, who mourned with piteous woes

I howled by the quicksand swamp

Then their grief and fears were mounting like a cancer