In a hovel of hunger the wolves trick,
The moon shines on the sick.
They are coming for us,
I try to think but my mind is like a bus.
I can’t feel anything as I see the wolves surround me,
I try to flee.
But they catch me,
They throw me against a tree.
I feel my bones snap, I know this is the end,
The wolves walk tauntingly over to me and when I look behind them, I see my friend.
She dives at the wolves, sword in hand, and kills them with one swipe,
She is like a snipe.
She comes over to me and draws out a gun,
Looks like I’m done.
She points it at me and horror goes through me.
She shoots me.
I fall to the ground, my blood trickling from the wound on my chest.
I look at my friend and she has tears in her eyes.
I feel the cold hand of death surround me.
This is my death.