Roarific, crack, split, thundersplode.
Heavy, thick, hanging, sweet humid breath.
The air above, below, between,
Comes charging Wolf Heart !
Panting, yipping, growling, grunting,
leaping, lunging.
Fire eyes, ears, snout.
Super-live, hype-aroused,
Fierceness never before seen.
Death knew not, delivered supreme.
Shadows slip away. Pounding heart stops.
Tomb-like silence surrounds.
From wence came Wolf Heart?
Dark underbelly of evil. Pure pitch black.
Sucking life into the pit.
Where dost go Wolf Heart?
Has the midnight angel place to pause, to rest,
To catch a breath?
Blood thirsty beast, why do I love you so?
Innocent you are.
Created for purpose to despoil.
Alert, aware, hairtrigger you wait.
No hate, just reaction.
How efficiently you de-create.
Flipside of light, your purpose to void, erase,
Clear the slate.
A sound, a call, a voice. Just very faint.
The Master beacons. Heed Wolf Heart!
Dare not wait.
Something is wrong. Your mission,
Your fate, your warning has rung.
Be not tardy or late.
Why my dear friend?
Your turn now to dissipate.
Heavy my heart. My companion of years.
Hunt, chase, never a fear.
Heavy, heavy my sorrow dear Wolf Heart.
No fear. Again we will be, were, are,
Together you and me.
So long little one.
Shed not a tear.
For always, you and I are near.
Authored by Quase Marke
April 5, 1993 9:30PM (12 hours A.D.)
