Lupas et Lunam

The Wolf and his Moon

There was snow
Crunching
Soft vivid clouds killing
All life surrounding
The wolf
Doesn't notice

The wolf
He's hungry
Stalking through the snow
He's lonely
He's lost
Paws are bloody red
Tracks glistening
Following the call
Of the only friend
The moon

Panting
Deep hoarse panting
Death would be too kind
For this wolf
He trusts his moon
It is his moon
A cauldron in the sky
Illusion or magic
Witchcraft of his soul
The wolf
He collapses
And pants
Staring

Staring
At the moon

The Deer
She sees him
She sees raw power.
Raw passion.
Raw love for the wolf
And his moon.
She too
Has been following
her moon
It was
Her moon
He was
Her wolf

He smells her
And he's hungry

The wolf
With muscles rippling
Spirals his body in
Sick
Sadistic
Desperation
And flourishes towards the deer
The deer
She stands still
She stares
At her wolf

He stops just before
Just before the kill
His teeth at her throat
His claws at her sides
He stops
And sees his moon
In her eyes

How
How could the wolf kill
His moon?
How could the wolf live
If he didn't?
How could the wolf exist
Without his moon
It was
His moon
She
Was
His moon

The deer stands still
And looks
Never blinking
Breathing calmly
Waiting
As if on a different world
She waits
While the wolf
Stares and pants
Uncontrollably

He is hungry
He is angry
He is thirsty
She is love
How could his moon
Be his meal
How could his moon
Be his enemy
How could he not have
His moon

He howls
Soul curdling howls
The wolf turns
Collapses
And falls
Deep
Down the hill
Tumbling in soft white
Biting hate
She was his moon
She was
His food

She stares.
Waiting.
For her wolf.
He was
Her wolf.
She knows his torments
She knows his struggle
So she waits
For her wolf

Thick
Needles
Branching spines
Into the wolf
At the bottom of his hill.
Staring up in pain
At his moon
But it wasn't
His moon
How could she be
His moon
He didn't deserve that
Kind of moon

There was a darkness
In the wolf
That prowled inside
He bit
He bark
He sank his teeth
Into our wolf
When he was weak
And our wolf
He is weak.

Bleeding
Jagged knives stuck
Into his side
He cannot move
Thorns crowning our king
The dark wolf
Is coming
Like an oil painting
Pure black meshing with light
The wolf
He glances
And sees
His moon..

He howls

His paws crash
His muscles tear
His blood spills
His jaws gnash
His neck contorts
The thorns choke him
He flails
He howls
His fur..
It falls.

His paws
Become hands.
His snout
Becomes the nose
His monstrous body
Becomes a man
The man
Bloody and naked
Falls from the thorns
He lands
Soft white snow
He stands
Dead eyed stare
At his moon

She was the embodiment
Of beauty
The deer
She was naked
And staring
Staring at her wolf.
She reaches out her hand
And beacons
Her wolf

He leaves his fur behind
And climbs
The hill.
He's hungry.
He's thirsty.
He's her wolf.
And she
His moon.