End House looms in the foggy distance.

It was taken without resistance.

It belongs to The Dead.

They have made their own bed.

Wolf’s family live beneath the house,

Crawling through dark tunnels like a mouse.

I fear the Oasis nights.

Terror taken to new heights.

Wolfs’ family waits below

For when they could shriek hello

And return to town with force,

Wolf leading on a black horse.



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