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THE WOLF WITHIN

STALKING IN THE DARK

THE WOLF WITHIN

HUNTING

I REMEMBER...

CYCLES

ON FACING MYSELF

AWAKENING

MAN AND BEAST

WOLF AND HAWK

STALKING IN THE DARK

So long lover, violent bliss

Child of pleasure, one last kiss

And I'll be gone, all will flee

From your bed of eternity

You'll find your laughter sourer be

At your subtle enemy

The Wolf.

I will seek another room

Leaving you to grace your tomb

That warm, erotic world you love

Will cool as quickly as your blood

You who laughed at me before

I'll spill your lifeblood on the floor

The Wolf.

So I will slip from well-known sheets

Where you, my lover, blindly sleeps

I'll step out on the cool floor

Out to darkness known before

With an unsated hunger yet

Lust of lifeblood, warm and wet!

The Wolf.

See, my eyes are glowing green

See my form - clear-cut and clean

Form of human drops away

Illuminated in moons ray

I stand. Your cruel, fierce deceits

Has led the Wolf between your sheets!

The Wolf.

You never thought that I loved you

But now you'll know that it is true

One leap upon your bed of dreams

No time for lovers breath or screams

My warm mouth on your pulsing throat

No way to miss, no time to halt

The Wolf.

Your eyelids flutter in your dreams

I curse and damn your foolish schemes!

They can't be carried out when you

Are void of breath and your heart is still

You asked me once in anger high

Just what made me your whims defy

The Wolf.

You asked me why I always thought

That you had given to me nought

But pain. I answered that your blood

Was due to me in place of love

For one who vainly loves a man

And has the wolf within...I am

The Wolf.

You asked me then, as you've asked before

Just who I was to want it all

To want your heart, to want your soul

I never answered - now you'll know

I bare my fangs, I draw my breath

I am the Wolf and I am

Death!

THE WOLF WITHIN

I am the night

The wind which sets the stars alight

I am the night!

I am the moon

The ancient, rhythmic, tidal tune

I am the moon!

I am the dark

I am the blade that makes the mark

I am the dark!

I light the night

I draw the tide

I am the shadow you hold inside

I am the fear from which you ran

I am the wolf inside the man!

HUNTING

Hunting through the lonely ages of the mind

I tried to cage this secret self inside

Caught only glimpses of what I tried to hide

From myself, but knew that I would find.

Flashes of silver fur, like some wild beast

Instinct edged with hunger - that quick blade

Which cuts within the mask that I have made

Using my soft body as its feast.

Flashes of silver -grey, frosted with black

Shadows on the snow calling out some forgotten song

Singing softly down some ancient track

Of mind. Saying that it's been inside too long

And one day will my secret, savage wolf

Upon an unsuspecting world come gliding forth

I REMEMBER...

I remember when the aurochs

Those primitive, terrible cattle

Thundered across the forested hills

The plains, and the snow.

The wolves howled through the years

When life was young and man had not yet

Destroyed this timeless land.

The song of the wolf was my song.

I remember the hunt, the joy and excitement of the kill.

I exulted in my own clear, warm strength

And made the plains ring with my cry.

Then a black pall covered the land

The grief of the wolf was my grief

Hunter became hunted as it was never meant to be.

The soul of the wolf remembered

The bloodshed of those years.

And so I sit and remember

Me, I, neither man nor wolf

But somehow both.

My soul...stop this wild, high crying

I cannot answer - I am dumb.

And I wonder how man in his wisdom

Could destroy something as beautiful

As wild, as magnificent - as significant

As the wolf.

CYCLES

Walking along the silent night

The full moon reflected in the wolf's footprint

As I bent and drank.

My mind sharpened

I became the wolf

I ran across the snowy silence

And left wolf-prints in the ground

Where others drank.

ON FACING MYSELF

I found the cruel and bitter deep

And leant across the edge

The waves were lashing on the steep

And spraying rift and ledge

The sea was cold, the rocks were sharp

As solid shards of ice

The emptiness bit to my heart

I made my sacrifice.

The waters stilled as if in awe

Of what I planned to to

I thought of things I had before

And then I thought of you.

The claws around my icy heart

The teeth within my soul

I should have known it from the start

That it was always so.

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The waves leap up to spray my feet

I neither feel nor heed them

I no longer recognize the taste

Of their offering of freedom

The shadow of the wolf within

Will always haunt my soul

And half-remembered wanderings in

A world you cannot go.

The fire is deep, too deep inside

Which forged this hungry heart

And though I try, I cannot hide

From what was at the start.

I'll always live in a different world

And speak in a different tongue

Its what I am which is unfurled

Not what I have become.

AWAKENING

I crept upon the cold earth

And dragged my belly along the dirt

Each nerve as brittle as an old, dry twig.

The silent morning, the thin, damp fog

The mossy edge of a rotting log

And the low-down view made the trees look big.

I was a hunter locked in stealth

Or the creeping child of elusive elf

Or maybe a pheasant who fears the night.

But I was a girl alone in the grass

Trying a gate that I could not pass

And looking and longing to get it right.

Silent I crouched and looked around

And almost abandoned my quest on the ground

When my vision swam and my mind had sight.

For just a moment the stars appeared

Surrounded by darkness I once feared

I reached out to embrace the night.

And it seemed that the night had a fur-like feel

Warm and soft and almost real

And eyes as wild and uncertain as weather.

But I knew the night and I knew its sound

I knew what crept on the cold, grey ground

And I heard the howl that would haunt me forever.

MAN AND BEAST

You are my life, my soul, my water

You feed upon my deepest, darkest desires

My heart cries for blood

Your song echoes my mind

Sending pictures - clear as film

Through my mind until

I am running, coursing

By your side, behind the velvet hare

Across the snow.

Feeling the warm fur

Hearing the warm breath

My other secret self.

Mated to instinct

Instinctual longing

Endless, tireless

Chasing in my dreams

An endless cycle

Between man and beast.

Knowing one

Longing for the other

Despising one

Loving what I could never be

But being one

And holding onto the other

For if the wolf is lost

I lose my deepest self.

WOLF AND HAWK

There stands the wolf

Its coat is silver-white frosted with black.

There soars the hawk

His feathers gleaming on his windswept back..

A world apart and yet two souls so close

Can rarely get.

For such a meeting brought by chance

Neither will forget.

The wounded hawk

Unable to hunt until he heals

For him the wolf has left

A portion of her meals.

She used to hunt alone

But things have changed

Since the shadow of the hawk

Has crossed her range.

And so a friendship forged

Through worlds apart

Will stand through time and heal

The wounded heart

And all the world but we may wonder how

The wolf has learnt to fly

The hawk to howl.

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