Darkness

The apple of my desire

Wolf clothen sheep shadows her prey

Under cover of night a blow has been struck

The hunted escaping mother’s great mire

Racing toward freedom and the light of day

The initial blow softened with a perceptual duck

Too late for retreat and dancing toward fire

Eternal escape, the wolf on her way

In his own reaped future the prey is now stuck

The pursuit for survival, of a hunt run-a-muck

Stand and fight