Wolf Poems

THE DARK

Here in the dark, I wait, with the eternal gloom surrounding me. 

I hear the creatures of the night, as they draw near, their feet and claws on the dank floor. 

I can see their eyes, harsh pinpricks of red staring at me, sizing me up. 

I can hear the thunder clash, and the storm draws up overhead. 

Harsh winds blow, wrapping my clothing around me. 

I wait here in the dark, feeling mist and smoke surround me.

I feel everything around me; I can feel them draw closer. 

That putrid breath, rotten flesh, the dark damp of the eternal gloom. 

Here I am, waiting for you. 

Lightning strikes, and I can see for a second.

That one second. 

A lone figure far off, waiting in the dark. 

Huddled in the wind, hiding from the beasts of the night. 

Darkness. 

Here I wait. 

But you will never come, for neither can see into the black. 

And so, we stand. 

Here in the dark, we wait. 

But we will never find it.