28 June 2012
The night is upon us, Alight by glow of moon, The howling has begun, A battle coming soon.
The shadows on the move, Gliding through the night, The beasts on the run, Fur so sleek and white.
A blood-feud of millennia, A battle with their rival, A fight of monstrous scale, A war for their survival.
Prowling from the forests, Wolves come snarling out, A pack of a dozen beasts, Teeth bared for the bout.
Soaring from the night, They land without a sound, Draped in capes of black, Fangs hungry for some hound.
A clash of fangs and claws, They rip themselves apart, In a frenzied slaughter, Of where many souls depart.
A battle on repeat, It seems to never end, An ageless rivalry, For all of time to contend.
And when it's all over, All their foes slain, They'll crawl back into shadow, To do it all again.
Bats And Wolves • Opuss № I