A quill of sage
A crown of thorns
A heart of stone

A wolf who was alone

Gray like a winters day
The coat that she wore

Beautiful as a colorful flower
The eerie eyes she used to glower

Elegant was one way to describe her
But it left much more to be desired

Regal- Commanding, were the words that were needed
If she gave anyone instructions, they would be heeded

Because anybody can be as bright as the sun-
But what will you do when nightfall comes?

As the sun would set-
So would she

And a siren emerged-
Her evil eyes full of evil glee

Shiny black hair would become uneven and done
Pretty blue eyes- next to none

Claws emerged from the once gentle hands
That stroked children’s cheeks on a tumbling caravan

The hand that gave to those in need
Now only cared about maintaining her own lead

In the day, she had no allies
But as the sun set-
They scarily multiplied

If you care for your life-
And value your well being-
You’ll do her bidding

For she is the one who has no name
And is everything but tame

All I can say is who she is and what she does
That’s it- but its not much

Run my friend, and keep on running
The siren you are dealing with is scarily cunning.