The Wolves are Running Free

We are at the crossroads
Where the watchtowers have fallen
Where the bastiens of ancients
Slide into dark unremembered seas
The rhythm of your heart
Outlined the bit of life I  feel
The pulse at your throat
Beckons me to try to dream
It is only in my dreams I survive
It is only in dreams
I find the reality of purpose
The haunted hallmarks of men
In the sunlight I see all facades
Now even they are burning
What has life become to man?
We can no longer hide in lies
The highborn, magicians, gossips,
and politicians
The twins of money and death cry
As the palaces lay in ruins 
The houses of the unholy are defiled
The wolves are running free in the dark
Wild and free
Like you 
Like me.....