The Hour of the Wolf

Demons and the never ending struggle!!!!

In Memory of J.G. my friend and brother.

May he be in God’s gentle embrace.

A victim of the wolf.

 

 

 

The Hour of the Wolf

 

Sleep eludes me.

Sweet oblivion not to be.

 

The hour of the Wolf approaches.

That tweener time.

Not quite night, not yet day.

It is the time that Demons and doubt hold sway.

 

I feel the Wolf’s fetid breath tainted

With sin and abomination

As it stalks me

Ready to rend my soul.

 

Always a step ahead

He is always a step behind

Like death

He stalks us all

Ready to pounce.

 

The Sun stretches, yawns

And cries in pain.

It screams “why?

Like Sisyphus,

Must I be condemned to this?

 

Predictability?

 

Always to rise

Only to set

Again and again.

Will it never end?”

 

The Birds, the first to rise.

I hear there songs and their heartfelt cries.

Their sounds are so honest, open and true

A sign from The Divine I knew what to do

 

I began to fade

My ego is lost

I become ONE with the universe

I gladly pay the cost.

A tiny thread

In the universal cloth

Made of silver and gold and shimmering jewelry embossed

I become the song of the birds, the whispering of the trees

The green of the grass and the humming of bees

 

I turn to face my adversary

Weary of the chase,

My heart pounds blood

Which it would taste.

If I faltered for a moment

It would be the end.

Because if I lost

My soul it would rend.

 

It snarled:

 

“Do you know who I am?

The Demon of Despair

Always a bitter end!

Render of souls, the cause of doomed love, and the cause of suicide!

I am the dark night of the soul!”

 

 

“Humanity is weak, their life so absurd.

There is no God have you not heard?

You search for meaning.

In a meaningless world.

You toil in vain,

In a world full of pain.”

 

“Abaddon, I cried!  I name you thus.

And I come armed with a Poet’s Passion. A Mother’s Love.  And help from above.

 

Did you not hear Faulkner at his Laureate’s address?

“That man will prevail”

Let that put your doubt to rest.

 

Kierkegaard, Sartre, Kafka and Camus

Shot arrows of truth, which flew straight and true.

 

Beethoven, Mozart, Brahms and Liszt

Lifted our souls with music of bliss.

 

Tolstoy, Chekhov, Dostoyevsky and King

Moved us with passion and gave our hearts wings.

 

Humankind is not weak it is full of strength and might

Full of simple kindness, love and Light.”

 

The Wolf howled, raged, spouted spittle and yelped

Snapped at the air with the hatred it felt.

 

It snarled, eyes glowing with fire and pain.

“It is true that you poets and writers of song can buffer humankind and keep their hearts strong. 

Ward away evil and right what was wrong.”

 

“But I know your heart

It will not always be this strong

I will have your soul

In this I am not wrong”

 

Sunlight peeked above the horizon

And chased the darkness that held sway

The Wolf turned and strolled on and walked away...

 

I sighed deeply.

Weary, Oh so weary

Weary of this fight

That rages every night.

 

Beware the Wolf!

 It stalks us all!

 

 

 

Oddpoet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Periac]

this is a great write........the call out to past artists in a wonderful cameo......oddpoet...thank you for the delightful read.....there were many great lines but i found this slapping me in the face

In the universal cloth

Made of silver and gold and shimmering jewelry embossed
I become the song of the birds, the whispering of the trees
The green of the grass and the humming of bees

great job

[Debbie_Philly]

AMAZING ED !!!! there are no other words with this..... I love when you write like this..... it gives me chill s!!!!