Burning

The eyes that fill with hunger and with yearning

The power held to stop the world from turning

The ever pending never ending spurning

Baying

Eager to begin the final slaying

Falling to our knees, all that’s left is praying

Unholy creatures roam the earth, my sanities straying

Screaming

The voices I can’t escape, my eyes are streaming

Telling myself Oh God I must be dreaming

There’s nothing left, no life that’s worth redeeming

Silence

An end, there’s no one left to fall to violence

The end, and only a memory of vengeance

The wolves are here to serve us with our penance