Blood of the Wolf- Michael Erickson

We watch through a mirror darkly,

As light shades it’s face to the night.

With voices ragged and noses pointed to blood,

We sing out our hunting call.

Blood of the wolf,

Drip hot in the midnight wind.

Hide before the rising twilight,

We will make sport of your dreams.

Flash of fang, glow of moon,

Fear us our prey.


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