His Jaws Drip Revenge

Entered into the "Animalistic Spirit" contest.

           Howling
Like the wind on All Hallows,
The blizzard-white wolf exhales
           Sorrow

           Morning's
Face was painted eerie-grey;
Asleep, his spirit-brothers stir,
           Restless

           Masking
The pain of yesterday, tomorrow
Must come: brave, closed-eyed,
           Fearless

           Discharging
Their lightning-sticks, stand-in
Predators approach to finish
            Him:              The Alpha
                        
                                He snarls, baring fangs
                                As sharp as the icicles
                                Clinging to the hunters'
                                Bristlecone beards, saliva
                                Dripping, thick and hungry

Eyes                          Glow a bloodlust-red

                                As the snap-crack of necks
                                Go unheard: a silence
                                Like the nearby caribou herd
                                In the blood-spackled snow;
                                They know it is safe to eat

                     Tonight.

Reviews

[N3v3r_2_L@t3]

I just LOVE the way you did your lines in this poem. Its sort of like a form poem. It really puts the picture of the animal in my mind when I read this, him growling and everything...You did a great job, Keep up the good work =]