if the predator felt the sting of infinity,

his pelt brushed against my skin, warmed me to the core.

I went for the wolf crown, adorned in diamonds and lust,

must have been  tragic,  escaping from his mouth,

with carnage and sharp teeth,

his howl shook all the veins straight up like hairs,

pulling apart my only need.

he found blood moons in my eyes,

he forgot how to handle with care,

and shifted all the buildings in my soul,

toppled them all, built from straw and bad things.

touched his brown fur, crawling in the forest, rumbling and crumbling,

and letting his shadows out to play, wild and disastrous like all my omen and prayers.

His brown eyes carnal in the way we talk about the world,

he still haunts me still, at least I wear his wolf crown,

and I can’t stand in the darkness without feeling him all around,

like some sort of phantom thing.