ZellWolf

Daylight breaks, village shakes, detective's in a heap, Torn by claws in the night, the wolves were out to eat. But the townsfolk, nah, they ain't phased by the gore, They're talkin' job promotions, climbin' up the corporate floor. Canadaguy, with his cross, splashes Tommy like a boss, Thinks he's got the demon, but the holy water's lost. Wrong target, yo, heaven sends a shockwave, Priest turned to ash, buried in his own grave. Wolves runnin’ wild, Quagmire’s heart is split, Ritual gone wrong, werewolf teeth took a hit. Alu can’t take it, love’s too strong, he falls, Suicide note, Jon's Cupid dust on the walls. Kat’s comin’ next, holy water on the flex, Dimmerwit drenched, but it’s more than complex. Fur starts to sprout, black goo hits the dirt, A wolf’s last breath while the crowd stays inert. Chatterin’ ’bout work, sayin’ “glad I ain’t boss,” But VashTheStampede's been promoted too much, he’s lost. Packin’ stress, packin’ secrets, the village ain’t right, Everybody in the game, keepin’ stakes outta sight. Votes flyin’ wild, shadows creep and curl, Whispers in the dark, but not a soul takes the world. Day ends with nothin’, no hangin’ on display, Night comes again, who’s the prey on the way? Tommy Boy, cereal laced with the witch's twist, Slips in the potion, now the Beast Hunter’s missed. Shortkut meets the wolves, the feast is complete, But magic hits deep—Alu rises on his feet. Benzine’s stuck, twistin' in nightmare spells, Sleepin' with the guilt, hearin' funeral bells. Violinist Ben says, “I’ll burn this place clean,” But he's lyin', he’s a wolf with a grin so mean. Smacktard, confessin’ that he’s in the pack, Says, “Join us solo killer, wolves got your back!” Can the death dance sway, turnin' wrong to right? Or will the town stand tall in the comin’ fight? Vash's vote ties it, not a soul is slain, Wolves still lurkin’, lurkin’ deep in the brain. But when the moon hits high, and night’s at its peak, The jail cell is cold, where the silent wolves creep. Benzine locks Ben, throwin’ Vash in the cage, Pacifist preacher, now with a weapon in rage. Bludgeons him down, a nightmare wolf at rest, Dust in the wind, now a ghost in the chest. Vash walks free, feelin’ proud with the Warden, But wolves from the dark, leave the preacher disheartened. Ripped and torn, Vash meets his end in blood, The werewolves feasting, drownin' in the flood. Local Hero, the real killer stands, Blamin' the wolves, craftin’ deadly plans. Pretendin' he’s guard, wearin' a mask too tight, But the town don’t know what’s truth or fright. Jawneh speaks calm, actin’ like a seer, But who’s real and who’s fake in the fog of fear? With shadows fallin’ fast, decisions must be made, Who’ll live through the dusk? Who’ll fade in the shade? The moon’s still high, the game ain’t done, The wolves still prowlin’, the hunt’s just begun.