Arrogance is killing
the great one
the predator of predators
the apex boys, for they
are being hunted by the laggards
the psycho hunters, stay
lacking understanding
of truthfully what they do
to where they live and why
Anubis comes in many forms
protecting those that die
Idaho is sinking in its own pit
for it may
never see the light again
lost cattle seem to pay
there’s darkness in the souls of those
who kill the wolves and wait
and plagiarise their wildness
and so devastate
a realm of forgotten spirits
looming in the night
and along the banks of rivers
where history holds might
in the inglorious shadows
the sunken souls do rise
to fight the coming presence
with the ghostly apex guys
rising from the silence
to come into our heart
the wolves of old returning
once again to start
baying in the shadows
for there is where we see
the spirits of the savage ones
for that is where they be
the hunter he may wait a while
his bow, his rifle cocked
but what is coming for him soon
will leave him good and shocked
will he regain his credence
a rotten soul that dies
a rotten death
eventually
within his wealth of lies
The wolves are here forever
man will be entombed
wrapped in the bones of hell
forever he is doomed
his killing spree is over
and living free is too
the gods have left their great seclusion
and have done what they must do