Draw your steel and wield it,
Let me see if I can feel it,
Let me taste it’s bitter bite against my flesh,
A chance to sample something fresh,
Rest your mirrored blade against my pulsing throat,
You’d best move quickly though, I wouldn’t stop to gloat,
Place your razors edge against my beating heart and swear,
That can see within my eyes as you hold it there,
A single sign of fear reflected on your blade,
As I smile at the gullible naive mistake you’ve made,
And as you draw your hand back, ready to plunge deep,
I'll wait for you to realise this wolf is not your sheep,
And that I need no, “Shiny blade,” clasped between my paws,
'Cos while you focused on my hands, you didn’t see my jaws,
And as you stare in startled terror at the error that you’ve made,
You’ll realise you were dead the moment that you drew your blade.