The Three Little Pigs [remake]

Dearest nights of a dark September,
Three little pigs fear to remember,
As the sounds of the ghastly winds ring the night,
The pigs made way to escape the fright,
Twigs and no more were what the first pig used,
The monstrous wolf was eerily amused,
The wolf took a huff as the waves of wind puffed,
He blew and blew more than enough,
The pigs house fell to the ground,
The wolf devoured the pig with pain as the only sound,
The second pig made place of planks of wood,
As the wolf became cocky blowing, he knew he could,
He inhaled a big breath,
Next let go as the speed of death,
All that was left in the broken wooden tower,
Was a freshly killed pig just to devour,
The last pig was smarter than the others,
He made his house out of bricks and covers,
The wolf tried to blow but nothing fell,
It came so cold his lungs came to a collapsing hell,
The pig inside was snug and tight,
But the wolf, well he died that night.