The Prey - Decree

A blurred solemn figure

In the fall of the rain

A far injured creature

Pulling taut to a chain

A never ending voice

Cries out

In ever ceasing pain

Ancient beasts

The wolves are culling

Aged sickly feeble falling

Prey

Alone in the streetlights

A shadow passes your way

A moan as you fear life

Is falling further away

An ever wailing voice

Cries out

In never ending hate

Ancient eyes

The teeth are bearing

Toying taunting

Victims tearing

Ancient beasts

The wolves are culling

Aged sickly feeble falling

Prey

The death of the victims

The animal craves

The slaughter of innocents

In a frenzy of rage

An ever reaching voice

Cries out

Rising from the grave

Ancient lives

The wolves are calling

Razing reaping victims falling

Prey

It feels no suffering

It feels no remorse

The blind and the weakest

Feel the hand at the throat

It bathes in misery

It feels no disgrace

It deals with it’s enemies

With a knife to the face