WOLF HOUSE

Among the ghoulish, wicked wolves,

I am scared of the rhythmic beats;

Of the course and circuit;

Of the spiral belts of day and night;

Of the corroding decay of the hearts beside.

Where austerity is countrified,

And, vengeance cloaked in whitened teeth,

Liberate me to tear myself asunder.

Fettered in the walls of rotten malice,

And the victim drizzling in helpless sweat,

The evil incarnate makes his walk.

The exhausted brain beseeching bit of polish;

And is pressed with venomous tongue.

Damsels crossed for one’s own daughters;

Let the time repay in its original code,

Without delay in the awarding mode.