Graphite Moon

Silver fur glistening beneath waning moonlight

Creeping shadows slithering like crumbling granite

Decaying trees of withering bark concealing silent assassins

Surrounding their prey with glowing fangs of dripping acid
 

Blood mist of clouding poison clinging to victim's lungs

An unsettling fog of fear chasing like pounding drums

Swirling haze of endless chaos embedding natural instinct

Inevitable starving darkness dealing choking death instant

 
Lost within a labyrinth of gnarled trees a young boy travels alone

Beneath the cruel twisted branches, under a cold graphite moon

A deep ancient anger growls from deep within the forest

Haunted roots draw from tainted soil of hatred nourished

 
Jet black fur concealed by silky midnight manes

Pulling carts of flickering lanterns and leather reins

A silhouette clutching the sinking depths of the abyss

Rattling chains reverberating off thoughts forging apocalypse
 

Chilling howling rendering through the still night air

Ominous rustling leaves playing instruments of despair

The pounding of small footsteps and the rasp of rapid breathing

Followed by creatures snarling, the scrape of metal and piercing screaming

The wretched path twists and turns, ends of the infinite maze meet

A child stands face to face with silver wolves without retreat

The thundering of crystal hooves rumbles in the stormy distance

Stallions invisible in the night reveal their secret existence
 

Natural beings of silver and silk, flesh and bone

Dragged into a work of art more rugged than solid stone

Within this forest only one creature can be heard playing a tune

The silver wolves singing their song beneath the graphite moon