In shadows deep, where cunning lies,
There roams a wolf clothed in disguise.
Beneath the wool, a dangerous foe,
A predator cloaked where ebb tides flow.

With stealth and grace, it weaves its way,
Through fields of innocence, where lambkins play.
But the eyes, piercing, gleaming bright,
Hold secrets darker than moonlit night.

Such subtle charm entwines its soul,
A velvet touch to keep control.
Luring hearts with honeyed words,
Its silhouette, a shadowy blur.

In gentle guise, it seeks its prey,
Within the fold, it plots its way.
In trusting souls, it finds its feast,
Feigning innocence, to say the least.

For in this world, where true faces hide,
The wolf creeps in with patient stride.
Its hunger veiled, its motive suppressed,
As it gains trust while causing distress.

The shepherd turns, oblivious to see,
The danger lurking, so patiently.
In woolen clothing, it truly hides,
This traitor dwelling ‘mongst their guides.

But in the depths of a knowing gaze,
A hint of malice, a hidden maze,
Betrays the truth, to those with sight,
That the wolf seeks darkness, feasts on light.

Yet as the sun begins its descent,
The night reveals what was once absent.
The mask of wool unravels slow,
Unveiling the truth, a fearsome show.

No longer hidden, it reveals its teeth,
That glint with mischief, sharp as deceit.
The sheep now see the truth unfold,
As wolf emerges, fierce and bold.

The shepherd rallies to protect its flock,
With ferocity and a battle’s shock.
Against the wolf, now stripped of guile,
They rise as one, united, worthwhile.

For though the wolf may wear sheep’s attire,
Its reign of terror shall soon expire.
And in this tale, forever told,
Beware the wolf, the one who’s bold.

So let us learn from this deceit,
That not all cloaked in wool are sweet.
For there are those who hide inside,
A wolf in sheep clothing, a dangerous stride.