When the sun falls
behind the silver mountains
and the moon rises
into the freezing night,
that's when it all begins.

The gray wolf,
who's fangs glisten in the moonlight
comes out of his cavernous home.
He takes over the valleys
and injures the flowers when he tramples them.

The fairy stands and watches
her eyes filled with despair.
Her magic frozen with fear
her heart grows heavier with every beat

And this is when the floods come
they gush over the land.
They're unstoppable
uncontrollable
flowing without warning.

The salty depths grow deeper
water flows on water
it shows no sign of stopping
as the wolf runs rampant
and the creatures of the dark take over.