As the night growls from behind;

A body stands on edge;

Precipice taunting a promise of death;

Never sure if the wolves deserve a feeding;

Giving up or giving in;

For those without feeling;

Will never understand;

Pretending there is no empathy a difficult option;

As emotion steals the moments;

Wolves become frenzied with anticipation;

Waiting for their feast;

A body cocoons in a hope for momentary peace;

Delicate wings poke through;

In a warriors stance;

A body will take flight;

While stepping over the threshold of choice.


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