A Meandering Delusion Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

His sharp fangs were never shown
It hid themselves inside his mouth
Even as the sun forced them open
No, he shook his mane, his head
He never knew the reason for smiles

But an eager moon reached out to him
Or at least a thing with such eyes
He blinked rapidly, his paw twitched
He didn't know what it was
But he was drawn to it, moth to flame

The wolf's eyes stared, they shone greatly
Like that of the lion's, though quivering
But they saw each other's scars, wounds
Since then they walked together in the darkness
Partners in blood, brothers in rhyme and crime