the wolf rejoices
its fur waxed non-porously with both dry and wet blood stains
vibrancy illuminated in the light from the moon
a wild and fierce howl exuding steam from its breath
piercing an echo through the mountains
caressing the trees round its carved neon path
the wolf’s pearly jagged teeth bound firmly beneath its closed mouth smile
gasping with deeply conscious inhale, embodied in the darkness, spins its orbital core
all of its fibers tinged from root to fray
awakened; the chills flow desolate its feet and spine
dislodging the beast with its shadows to be one with the Divine