DickCroy
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
...And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
"The Second Coming"
William Butler Yeats
Dark grows the sun....
Axe-time, sword-time, shields are sundered,
wind-time, wolf-time, ere the world falls;
Nor ever shall men each other spare.
The [Icelandic] Poetic Edda
"Voluspo"
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
...And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
"The Second Coming"
William Butler Yeats
Dark grows the sun....
Axe-time, sword-time, shields are sundered,
wind-time, wolf-time, ere the world falls;
Nor ever shall men each other spare.
The [Icelandic] Poetic Edda
"Voluspo"
A psychiatrist, attacked by a serial killer dubbed "the Wolfman", recovers and tracks him down using intelligence and an atavistic sixth sense triggered by her brush with death. But her personal vendetta unleashes the beast within, and her final battle is for not just her life but her soul as well.