A Wolf In Sheep's Skin Clad

Sun Of The Sleepless

Beware and be told!
That i may unfold
When thou least expect
My grandeur of old!
My prey is just that
Which is not awake,

And even thine life,
I'd care not to take!
I hunt amongst thee,
Lest thou forget,
Thine is the skin
In which i am clad!