Protecting The Wolf Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

She is missing but is she still holding on?
In the tombs of the so far gone.
Is their a song held within the heart that can never be taken away?
No matter the prisoners cage.

How do we define inhumane?
By that which destroys the human soul?
A spiritless spirit?
A ghastly ghostly haunting image?

I can still hear the tune that keeps.
Never to be abandoned by the poison which seeps.
The breath may be of ice, but the body is still of warmth.
The hope of the angels, the strength of woven steel, and the constant prayers to God.

Some can never understand love, because it is not a reasonable reason.
To first to live with, and then without.
A shadow of their former selves.
Giants who die for their beliefs.
Righteous or not.

And those who make it to other side.
What do they see?
A push into darkness, and were all the same.
They say evil can be defined by the actions of men.
But I believe it can only exist in a world where we believe in monsters.

To idol and acknowledge their name is to give them power in which they can devour.
Living off of nothing but the suffering of others.
The scourge of the earth.
A plague that continues to pillage and plunder.
Repeating the atrocities in their minds.
Creating a temperate climate to dine.
Blood as the wine, and bones as the bread.
Listening to the non existent voices in their heads.

If we need reason, then we also know it's wrong.
A lack of conscience, is not a valid justification.
At least for those who have one.
A mental disease in which the victims of the victim never can be treated.
For them the names have surely been forgotten.
But the amount is etched forever in stone and mounted on a wall.
As if we should be proud.
Just look at what he has done.
Another narcissist with no empathy and another treasure has been won.
Become one with the demon for its capture.

The wolf comes to slaughter the lambs, and the farmer comes not only to protect but also to slaughter the wolves.
Some would say it is the cycle of nature.
But what happens when nature gets out of control?
A wolf in sheeps clothing could create internal conflicts.

An when we roll the personalized dice, it really depends on where they land.
A decision is at hand.
But is it or will it be the right one?