My Mind is ablaze,
with the Fire of Flight.
My wings are crippled,
the bones shattered.
I stand a helpless feast,
for the Earthbound Predator.
His tongue salivates with hunger.
I stand alone, undaunted by my fate.
Our corneas meet in locked stares.
The Wolf sees my power
and bows his head to me,
retreating to the Shadows.
My form changes into that of Mankind.
I cannot move to the shelter,
far from the dusty heat.
I am alone and broken.
My lips are parched and swollen.
The wolf returns and confronts me.
Dark pools gaze deep into my being.
I raise my body to worship him.
His form changes with the sweeping
motion of wind and sand.
Dark wrinkles travel over his aged face.
He motions me, but does not move.
Days I walk,
with blistered feet,
clenching the pain with each step.
At night, I heard his howl.
I dreamt that he heard mine.
Together we killed a thousand hours,
leaving the corpses to Time,
the untamed Beast inside of man,
unwilling ever to die.
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