Musings of a Madman

Wolf

Like a shadow, it creeps across the night,
In the thickening forest, without the help of light,
Cunning, treachery and strength, are its strongest traits,
The wolf is the ultimate symbol, of the darker ways.
With its razor sharp claws, it tears across its prey,
Slowly feeding on the flesh, the way, his mother said,
Gleaming eyes, in the shadow, strike terror in the hearts of men,
His screams of terror, can be heard miles away, next day, they find him dead.
The wolf, am I, strong, cunning and treacherous too,
Tearing away the hearts of men,
The ones whom I first knew.
Watch out for me, for when in the dark, darker than the star studded sky.
I'll come for you, watch out for me,
In ways you can't see.