It was a cold winter's night,

the nightmares took all of his pride.

No place to hide.

No tears to cry.

He pleaded for his heart to take back.

But he needed just the half.

He wanted to run,

But his lgs wouldn't start. The wolves were coming for him.

Looking for his fresh flesh to eat.

Scared as the boy was he made an imaginary toast.

"To my life" he screams and the deadly blood he drinks