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There Goes The Wolf
6 pm clockout
Ice breeze of January, city blacked out
Muddy snow, a piercing winter
In the back door of a diner
He pulls a cigarette out an apron pocket
Shivering through a gust of wind
Lights a flame, then inhales... with a sigh of relief--he unwinds
Upfront an alley... a shadow crept, in corner of eye socket
A sense of sudden dread was brought
Like an alarm from the gut... he gave a bout
Amiss the thought, he walks along
To his car... but before the door swung--
A fist from the left, then a blur
.
.
.
Moments past, awaken in pain
Naked in chills, feeling dazed and insane
A watchful eye, sharp blue stare
In their hands a scalpel
Arise in panic, realizing, in situation impossible
He attemps at scalpel in hand
Was a struggle, but succeeds and apprehends
Sporadic slashes with his life to defend
Violently gashes their eyes, now in command
In the throat, veins, blood now burst
A fountain of red, how it disburse
Face in shock, the killer bleeds
Shaking amok, on the floor he concedes
With this chance, the lamb escapes
In reproach...left in dismay
Sigh...of how it outplayed
Edge of last breath, the wolf scrapes
Embraces...
The frigid concrete grave
Till Flame of predation gave...
Until hell to ignite
Ice breeze of January, city blacked out
Muddy snow, a piercing winter
In the back door of a diner
He pulls a cigarette out an apron pocket
Shivering through a gust of wind
Lights a flame, then inhales... with a sigh of relief--he unwinds
Upfront an alley... a shadow crept, in corner of eye socket
A sense of sudden dread was brought
Like an alarm from the gut... he gave a bout
Amiss the thought, he walks along
To his car... but before the door swung--
A fist from the left, then a blur
.
.
.
Moments past, awaken in pain
Naked in chills, feeling dazed and insane
A watchful eye, sharp blue stare
In their hands a scalpel
Arise in panic, realizing, in situation impossible
He attemps at scalpel in hand
Was a struggle, but succeeds and apprehends
Sporadic slashes with his life to defend
Violently gashes their eyes, now in command
In the throat, veins, blood now burst
A fountain of red, how it disburse
Face in shock, the killer bleeds
Shaking amok, on the floor he concedes
With this chance, the lamb escapes
In reproach...left in dismay
Sigh...of how it outplayed
Edge of last breath, the wolf scrapes
Embraces...
The frigid concrete grave
Till Flame of predation gave...
Until hell to ignite
Published 10th Jan 2024
Author's Note
Part 2 (a continuation from everburning till death)
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- Edited 19th Dec 2024 5:45pm
18th Jan 2024 10:23pm
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