Howl

Howl

Singing of sorrows to the night

The wind may howl and join the fight

Teeth and bone, fur and fear,

Pack is all, and all are near

The wilds and wonders seen through the eyes,

Of piercing amber, and failing light

Shadows grow and bring the dark,

Where heard are whimpers from frightened souls

Once kings of hunt and hewn of muscle,

Now fallen as the leaves descend and rustle,

Blood colored leaves and cold breezes bring,

The death of weak and no respite

For one to be the lone survivor,

Fears would grow, and madness strangle

For what is a wolf without their pack,

But a mad coyote, alone and attacked