You’re dressed up like a sheep
But I can see the wolf within
The tenderness displayed
A veneer atop the sin
You came to me a friend
But you leave me as a foe
You’re a river running deep
Blackened water, evil flow
Once I fell into this river
And I very nearly drowned
You undertow of grief
Tried to drag me further down
I was caught up in the rapids
Going under further still
On the banks I saw you laughing
You were caught up in the thrill
As I made it to the land
I could see your fangs quite clear
This hunt was not quite over
Your intentions crystal clear
As you leapt upon me growling
Wicked teeth next to my throat
I felt a stirring deep
No, today you will not gloat
I throw you off and cast you down
Back into your hellish den
Perhaps one day you’ll kill me
But today you will not win
Through the bruising and the bleeding
I hold my head up high
For as you look upon these scars
Know today I did not die
© The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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