Venator

As I skulked past the gates

And drew behind the stones

The winding trees enveloped

The cloak around my bones

Peering through the night's mist

I crept through the fen

To try and find the totem

In the grey warg's den

The freezing forest guards

The secrets that he wrought

His spirit lies on every twig

His scent infests the haunt

His howling cut the still air

His cry up to the stars

The piercing bay of his rage

Tore the beat out of my heart

To the entrance

I stalked up in the shadows

His breathing I could hear

Rasping in the barrows

Silently my dagger slid

From its ice-cracked sheath

His bloody maw emerging

His jowls hung raw beneath

Like those that lusted below me

My mind was always snared

The totem drew my senses

The grey warg drew my fear

His giblet eyes surveyed me

His haggard haunch was raised

Rearing up his splintered paw

He struck me in a daze

And with his jaws jarred open

he tore me on the floor

as lonely bones forgotten now

I lay here evermore