Venator

As I skulked past the gates
 And drew behind the stones
 The winding trees enveloped
 The cloak around my bones
 Peering through the night's mist
 I crept through the fen
 To try and find the totem
 In the grey warg's den
 The freezing forest guards
 The secrets that he wrought
 His spirit lies on every twig
 His scent infests the haunt
 His howling cut the still air
 His cry up to the stars
 The piercing bay of his rage
 Tore the beat out of my heart
 To the entrance
 I stalked up in the shadows
 His breathing I could hear
 Rasping in the barrows
 Silently my dagger slid
 From its ice-cracked sheath
 His bloody maw emerging
 His jowls hung raw beneath
 Like those that lusted below me
 My mind was always snared
 The totem drew my senses
 The grey warg drew my fear
 His giblet eyes surveyed me
 His haggard haunch was raised
 Rearing up his splintered paw
 He struck me in a daze