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Caught in the Embrace of a Wolf
Lone wolf.
Color lacking with his darkened grey.
Skin coat
Stretched so tight across his vigilant brow today.
Tick - Tock.
Wait for night.
Tiny football eyes like fireflies
Guide his way.
Two spoons of agile cunning.
One cup of razor wit.
Three moonrays from above.
Search lights for a drop of your blood... like mine.
In time... In time, he runs...
Path of jungle
Leaves you prone to stealth attacks of hunger.
Path of plains
Pits you in an open sprint so sickly vain.
In time... In time, he hunts...
Streets of mountains
Give you ample room to fall.
Road of shadows
Heed the wolf's call.
Nothing purer
Than the lone juror
Justifying his meal
While the minutes thin fewer.
Tonight... Tonight, he hunts.
Clouds come to a stand still.
Moon so ripe.
Weakened calves
Running so hopelessly trite
In pointless fight.
Feel your need to bleed.
See my marks within the dark.
I've been struck helplessly.
Flesh torn recklessly.
Ravished tooth sullied with my blood
And I profess to be
Forever grateful.
So I beg so fateful,
Let him spring into a jumping flight tonight.
Embrace the bite.
Tonight... Tonight, he hunts...
Here he comes...
If I live a thousand years, this is the writer I want to become, I stopped here, not because of this poem, but because I have been reading your work for hours. One day, someway, I'll develope this much artistry. Bravo Alex anything other than that from me would be tripe.