Vagrant Poem by Michael Patrick Hunt

Upon the streets
Leading nowhere
Where wind and rain
Erase the sands of time
I walk along these roads
Through the markets
Within the cities
Where the voices' sound
Inundates my mind
But there's no one for miles and miles
Upon the plains
Beneath the stars and moon
Where the wolves cry out
And carnage feeds their primal lust
I follow their songs
Wherever they go
Over frozen lakes
And through the snow
I paint the shadows
Onto the moonlit grass
Recompense for a silver fang
Just a vagrant in the night