Inky slivers amidst swaying elms,
His claws as razors trail.
Onyx sparkle on swampy grim,
Jaw set, fangs unseen, frail.
He prowls a chord of despair unearthed,
Howls obscure mourns of dearth.
White and pearly, the moon taunts
His vicious beastly self.
A battle of wills of eons haunts,
His tainted prayer stills.
His only ally, one sole foe,
The traitor awaits his rage to blow.
Jaded fate, judging eyes pursue
His hooded intents in a haze of grey.
So be it, his heart ominously cues,
And the wolf sniffs for cornered prey.
Let mocking souls relish his plight,
Bemoaning, snarling he races the night.