17 September 2009

New Plains

Quiet now, be still.
Be still to hear the howling.
The city lights can not blot out
The moon and wolves are prowling near.

Fear runs deep.
Runs deeper than the waters.
These wolves are different from you
And when you move they'll know you're here.

Lone black wolf.
Black allies will not hide you.
Moon rays won't disguise you.
You stick out like your pelt was crimson red and stank of rotting death.

Hide yourself. Be wary.
Roll in coal and soot.
When you walk look as one of them
To keep the lifeblood warm and then
When lakes are near wash off you sins
To remember where you came from.

The waters show your friends,
From the Zodiac they pend.
The Monkey and the Dog,
The Rabbit, Snake and Tiger,
But you are of a different trend.
You are Wolfskin to your end.

But stay not long by water,
The vicious pack draws near.
Steal away 'til tomorrow
Where perhaps you'll find a friend.

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