HOWL - a poem

I am One
In the City of the Dead - you will find me
Staring green fire-eyes back at you from the dark pit of my empty soul
Staring at those outside these silent walls
HOWL
All has been taken from me ... It always has been...
Abandoned by me ... as useless
Or deserted
All self is empty.

HOWL

I had grown fierce and hard
Thrilled by death, torture, blood
The madness of it when I tasted it's warm saltiness
A warrior god.
Goddess you matched my rage and my passion
Your taste for blood outmatched my own.

It burned

But I could not love you
I could only know lust and conquest... which is my nature
In my wrath and anguish

You could not save me any more than I could save you
So you returned to dance in God's eye,
becalmed by the wine of our acts
I await you faithfully (Like the dog that I am)
In this City of Decay

A prince, never a king... a way shower, a guide ...

HOWL

My man-face grows tired
I ache for your redemption
That may never come....
Leave me picking at the bones of the damned
In this place of Decay

HOWL
Children of Stone: Voices in Crystal
Mary R. Woldering