The Wolf King by Dan Burgess
Pull the spectacles from your eyes and behold the illusions of your own design
It was given birth by C-section and now a prodigy to rule the world or is it to ensure the world rue’s the day?
Cry once for this amazing creation because that’s all you have time for
Its nurturing time and the dawn won’t wait for the sun to complete its ascension or for you to comprehend the gravity of your miscalculations before clearing the rheum from your eyes
Shh now….the teeth are sharp and milk just won’t cut it
Fresh meat is on the menu and know that you are not exempt from your child’s ravenous palate
Hope you’ve got alternative plans for tea because the cupboards will soon be bare
How are you feeling now that the hunt is on and the youngling is on the prowl?
There is wanderlust in the eyes and soon there will be no means of controlling it
Can you cry for the innocent and ignorant souls that will soon know and fear you from the thing you have sired?
Sit back in that Recliner and take it all in
Keep one hand in your pocket and use the other to conceal your sins
That’s right…endeavour to settle yourself down in a simple little town while the acid rain falls gently all around
You may rely on the fact that Heaven may forgive but few others will when they have fathomed what you have unleashed
Deafen yourself to the carnage by covering your ears to “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you” but hey you should remember…
Everyone gets tired sometime, Everyone has to sleep sometime, Everyone has to feel sometime
…and when you do, there won’t be a peep from you but the world around will continue to sigh and cry before your wolf dies
I bid you Sweet Dreams my princess in the dark.
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi