There is a wolf who scratches at my door
His claws are long, his eyes a vicious green.
He's been there for a thousand years or more
His jaws are strong, his hungry eyes are mean.
I hear his scratching late at night until
I fall asleep; and then throughout the night;
And when I wake up in the morning still
I hear him outside howling at the light.
So hungry is the heart he longs to eat
So old and frail the bones he longs to chew,
That I know I will never once defeat
This creature of the night except through you.
For you have told me love will save the day,
And this I keep believing, come what may.
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