" THE GREY WOLF'S ANGELIC TAPPING "

The threat of pain and ruin to despise
The taste of ruination, seen through my sons eyes
I awake each day to repetitions wild side
The grey wolf, hunting my romantic endeavor
And Hell's executioner poised, adorned in leather
O! punishment I surrender, arms open wide...

I Love no beauty, from the light retired
But I have come to love the pain, so God inspired
Far, far passing, even my drink has grown tired
The grey Wolf come hunting, my pride to keep
Even as I write I recognize, there will be no sleep
O! punishment I still sing, accompanied by flute & lyre...

Those who once did flee, today have come to seek
A strange fashion of forsaking whatever gods may be
Black as the pit that have somehow, illustrated to me
That grey wolf come hunting, has lit my soul afire
What became of those bloodhounds, the mystics did inquire
O such sweet punishment, has set free, my misery...

Tony Taylor.  (Chicago)