Shrouded In Black

The footprints in the packed snow, laying out the hidden crime
Through blanketed forest, good place to hide.
A few droplets of blood are left, the only clues
For those whom seek to learn the truth.

No one sensed her missing or heard cries in the night
A heinous vision hidden from the light.
They were a group of thirteen shrouded in black
That drug her along the moonlit track.

She awoke in a clearing,
The frost packed ground,
The sound is so dreary,
Above, thunder resound.

Ritual pentagrams carved deep into the trees,
Whispered curses lay upon the leaves.
The thirteen laughed at her twitching screams and throes,
Such joyous cackles reaches out in flow.

But they did not seem to notice her reshaping form,
Ripping fangs, blackened fur, claws sharp as thorns.
She joined in their laughter but only at their bliss
And in that moonlit clearing
She dealt them the devil's kiss.

As they stood in the clearing,
The frost packed ground.
The scene is so dreary.
Around, screaming resound.
Then there came wolf howling,
Standing in trees,
The she-wolf starts prowling,
Behold crimes of the beast.