Out of the fray

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