Direwolf

Don't be proud of me yet
There is still carnage to be discovered
Hope to disembowel
Riverbeds filled with the fragments of dried up dreams
Silty sacrifices like powdered cookies
Left to ensnare, enrapture, and mystify
Some ancient wolf with a sweet tooth for a bitter twist
Zest on the side of a saucer
Looking for a reason
To cut the fat
Wide open
A steamy waft of breath
Somewhere in the network of broken branches

He's hidden himself quite well
A hole in the snow
A patch of dark
Illusion of rock

Whole countrysides continue the myth
Ugly bedtime stories for adults
Leatherbound archives of a heartless villain
That preys on chance
Meek or strong
A path to avoid
Without any forewarning

A wintry beast
With pinched eyes and a scowl
A tale of the interior
With no real headlines to speak of

Fear helps to control
The very cause of attack
Yet also promotes
A most vicious response

Pride turns to disgust
The itch of destruction
Veins filled with fire
Shoulders heaving with anxiety
Cries of resentment
Calming snow

Muted forms in the night
Shifting before our very eyes
Left dry in the morning
Preserved for a case somewhere
If the specimen can make it until the afternoon

Don't sing praises;
There is intent, surrender and defeat
There are the makings of a great tragedy
But the sleepy town we envision
Sits on the edge of a cliff
Waiting to be attacked
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