Ah. Beautiful. It actually has to do with something this time. I can't wait to get part 2 up ASAP. This One is a little odd, I tried to focus on metaphors and deeper meanings.

The Wolf and The Muse- Part One
“The Hunt” (Song of the Muse)

Tonight the sky is black
No, stars, no moon to see.
Voices whisper in the wood
Of some dark entity.
The wolf must hunt to live.
His motions quiet and haunting…
This dark figure is terror.
Mighty warriors shrink away
At the sight of his Fangs,
A smile full of daggers.
He stalks his prey with cunning;
Artemis guides his every move;
Never, a miss, never a flinch;
Always clean is his kill.
His prey will soon see black.
The dark figure is death angelic.
For this wolf works for God alone,
He sends the wretched souls
Of the weak, the sick and dying
To God in heaven above.
Who is this heavenly servant?
Where is the place he hides?
Well his name is Damon Grey;
His soul in the form of the wolf.
He lives among the people of the plains.

© 2010 Damon A. Grey