The Prey

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