Slava 383

Maybe that’s how you’re different
You hear the echoes of the past and run to it even if it has claws and teeths even when the sounds are howls and growls


You backtrack don’t you
To that very beast your tired worn feet carry you to that very place where you fought it off the last time

To you the calls from the past
Aren’t haunting
They elicit from you a battlecry
They install onto you hard worn thick skin
A skeleton built to withstand til it falls


Sure you wander back to the woods most call forsaken and some may now call forgotten
March past horror through hell

But you do so in armour
And bearing teeth
rows of white
a callous smile foaming with glory
a death stare to the master.

A wolf