15 July 2012
Deliciously drinking the night air,
A true beast of this darkened lair,
Crimson blood,
Bodies left in the mud,
Great head raised to the stars,
Soft starlight highlighting my scars,
Great, rough and worn,
Yet every night reborn,
On shadow's inky blackness
I feast,
A glistening, shining, heavy beast,
Hear me howl,
The night is mine,
my territory I prowl,
Thick black fur and yellow eyes,
Sent mad without howling replies,
Left to stalk alone,
drifting across my home,
Begone from my realm in the night,
Disappear at each navy twilight,
Treasure your time for another day,
Please now, run, make your way.
Lone Wolf • Opuss № I