There will always be
somethingleft in you,
left in you,
for the wolves,
in the dark,
as they will come running,
with the slightest hint
of the flesh of yours,
and they will take a bite,
for fierce they are,and blood will drip from their
cunning teeth
and running joy,
but they won't howl,
or crawl, or roar or hoot.
They will speak to yousoftly about violins and
summer songs
as they will
continue to chew your
bones
but before they
take your vision,see them in the eye,
and you'll see,
there were no wolvesbut the people
you always thought would
stand with you
till your last breath,
and so they stand
causing your last breath,
and your first death,
but there is a thought,
or a conundrum
of trust, and love,
and promises, they all made,one by one,
and here they all are,taking bites from your lives,
and smiling,
and clinking their glasses high,
and praying for your good health,
and then they howl.
~ MisterAugust.
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