The wind howls,

The choral voice of unified wolves,

In the night - the wild pack stalks,

Reaping vengeance with blood fueled sentiment,

It twists and turns in my gut,

Feral outcasts to sink teeth,

Snarling with vicious purpose,

To tear sinew from bone,

Plunging deeper into innocent flesh,

That bleeds with reverence,

Life pouring from my sullen veins,

I revile the reward of nature's tourney,

Where the predator jousts for its prize,

The victor serving the violence,

A satanic soliloquy strewn upon the killing fields,

A tapestry of life or lack thereof , 

In primal screams a lone wolf lurks in shadow, 

Those linear visions,

Carpe diem they say

But the day is not here nor tomorrow