Reign of the Black Wolf


Dark, growling, growing stronger
every day

He consumes her waking hours
devouring the scraps of goodness that still remain

tears into purity and hope
ripping flesh from bone
hungry for every morsel...

This dog will settle for nothing less than soul meat

Glaring from the corner 
he rests
never will he be satisfied

On guard every minute
in case a turn toward 

He waits
to pounce upon 
his opponent

teeth clench down
hard on truth-
drawing blood

life seeps out 

red moon,
victory howl

but his reign
is temporary

Though he mutilates her beauty
she will not remain his prize

for though deceived by his cunning, fierce appeal

she belongs to another

He will not share, 
nor slumber forever

He will return to rescue 
His precious child.

Gone will be the dark days then...
he will be no more.

Joining in sleepy eyed but happy at the pub!


  1. You may have a completely different meaning behind this allegory, but I know exactly what is reminds me of in my family's life. Wonderfully descriptive. Ok I'll tell you, ha! It is what I saw the enemy doing to my second son when he was in his darkest season. But it did not last forever, he is a happy young man these days!

  2. oh heck..i'm glad that there's a good end in sight..was holding my breath..the dark can become quite overwhelming at times and good to know that light is never far away..

  3. smiles....nice take on the gospel...i like the story texture you give it...we used to do a story time kinda like this for the younger kids at church...nice....

  4. love the drippy found. Not sure of the analogy -- but if Brian is right and it is ONE of the gospels of Christians, they too contain bloody logic hard for kids to understand.

  5. This is an unsettling write. The picture looks like a "Little Red Riding Hood view' (but not for children); and the wolf in your poem is indeed frightening. Glad the end is tending toward optimism though.

    (I do hope you write from the point of view of the wolf for poetry jam! Smiles)

  6. sounds like an occult pursuit...

  7. Red moon, victory howl. Chilling. I really like the picture.

  8. I've read the end of the book. I know WHO wins the war. There may be skirmishes ahead, and at times you will think it is a losing battle, but take heart, The VICTOR will NOT lose control, no matter what we think! Great story...difficult journey, but keep forging ahead. The prize is in sight.

  9. Great lines all throughout this piece, and the inference that the beast may hold the body captive, but never the heart and soul is beautiful. thanks..


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