Wolf’s Run

A red moon stands sentinel over the iron zoo

inside are vagrants of the night,

stench of piss and blood

I in my crimson cloak negotiate

with the wolf, he licks his maw

to savor every word.

A click of chains unlocking

the hounds of hell unleashed

psychosis traps you in the maw

of the unthinkable.

Grim flash of tooth like starlight

slick red at my throat

Hell will feast tonight.

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