-Part One-

The Fright

 

Tonight I am a wolf

Howling at the moon

 

With any light souce availiable 

In this enclosed sepulcher

In which I could veil myself.

 

As the clean light of love

Dimms, my wits do as well

Singing a song with no

Chourus nor notes

To the women I love.

 

Any way possible I could lead 

A dimished man to life, 

I probably could. 

I probably might.

I've seen too much in this

Dinky old life,

 

So tonight my plot 

Is to jump the cliff

Where I howl

With no fright. 

 

-Part Two-

The Flight

 

Bringing no fright to my collegues 

the fog I will miss

The wings on my back will become 

Symbiotic 

 

As I flap and I roar 

I am no longer with stress

Of the teeth in my jaw,

In the freedom of thine neck.

Obsolete is my freedom

As due time passes, so 

I pull my paws out from the wings 

they were masked in.

 

To call this a home would be the least of my worries 

but due to the enimies i've gained

I'll never scurry.