Dying Wolf Poem by Conal McCarthy

And I remember standing in a wide open meadow
Staring up at the night sky
Listening to the melody of darkness
Embracing the tranquil void
Like a mother loving her cubs
Standing there while the grass swayed in the wind

And I remember walking towards the silver moon
Searching for a blood soaked feast
Finding an unsuspecting herd of deer
Stalking them in the shadows
Like the Grim Reaper waiting for the last grain to fall
Standing in the sinister shadows

And I remember running in the deep forest
Biting and clawing my prey
Coating myself in its crimson blood
Devouring its dead carcass
Like a starved demon
Standing in a pool of fresh blood

And I remember breathing the cold moist air
Standing over the bloody body
Feeling the blood soaking into my paws
Hearing the bloodlust fading
Like a pacified beast
Standing in the cold forest

And I remember thinking of the crimson sea
Walking into the open meadow
Resting in the tall green grass
Listening to the melody of the night
Like a man wishing for eternal rest
Feeling the darkness embrace my body