| Written: APR 5, 2000 |
The wolf dances around the prey.
Pack of kindred during the Day.
A pack of hunters come the Night.
Placing fear into their prey.
Proud & Noble they bleed as gods.
Those not of nature treat them as dogs.
Mighty & Fierce as seen in their eyes.
Running as the elk, with bulging thighs.
Strong & Enduring they roam free.
Their enemy’s hearts rapidly pulse.
In front of their faces they duel.
In their own eyes they remain prey.
