Howling

Howling
Written - 04/20/99

The moon rises in the night air
For it ''tis midnight, the hour of evil
A man walks to himself down a dark street
And shifts through thoughts of the last
As he whistles softly a saintly tune
He hears footsteps indefinitely behind him
And he stops for his heart pumps too loud
The vial of the hourglass descends
And the man senses his dying mistake
As the wolf springs from nowhere and everywhere.

Fighting to gain his life in his own hands
The man swears under his dying breath
For does he know this evil, dark being
Wrapped tight around his pale throat
He catches a whiff of flowers in bloom
And it''s too late he is weak and tired
For this monster has wrestled with his strength
And he feels no more the pain of death
Laying about the ground in an awful fright
Praying for his soul but making no demands.

The blood pumps furiously and subsides
Has the man lost his life and death struggle?
His weakened heart gives way to the beast
And he ceases to move as the light fades
Hearing slowly fades away until in a bubble
And the man thinks his last thoughts
Darkness descends in his now feeble mind
As he passes on he could swear hearing
The high piercing howl of a wolf nearby
But instead decides it is his own inept cries.