To the Wolf

For numerous nights you've kept me awake and energetic under a garnished moon and nagging universe that could care less about my petty existence.
For granting me aggression and unparalleled insight to understand inhibitions that most wouldn't dare live out.
What would I have done during those days and nights?
When everyone held their head up high around me
and I let my head drop in a hopeless fashion;
you didn't let me yield to their haughty words or cursing minds.
God is my faith,
poetry is my skill, but you...
you are my muse.
You, my friend, are the invisible shadow that looms over my human vessel and endow my actions with feral force.
From inciting fear in my enemies,
to mauling the caitiff nature I once knew,
here's to you:
a being of wild,
a state of mind,
and the juggernaut of night.
To the wolf.

Later Days