wolf,
alone.
all too late,
torchlight dances
within slicked white fang.
at the edge of the flame,
sliding between shadows pooled,
the ancient hunter steps closer.
forest rustles under a black moon.
the ancient hunter steps closer,
sliding between shadows pooled.
at the edge of the flame,
within slicked white fang,
torchlight dances
all too late—
a lone
wolf.