Curdled in its darkly bosom <br />Cries its tears, so sorrowful tune <br />The age so tangled in its ruinous mane <br />Skin as pale as the horrid moon <br /> <br />A chromescape of blacks and whites <br />Silvers and grays <br />Still and quiet as the gaze of death <br />Suffocated, dehydrated daze <br />A blurry maze <br /> <br />This drouth of life <br />Its unbearable home <br />Prowler, creature, beast of strife <br />The past engraved in its grayful eyes <br />an everlasting ex-humanity <br /> <br />Crawling, scratching <br />Screaming for the living water <br />Howling the pains of a thousand wounds <br />Praying in vain for hope and rapture <br />And the soothing soon<br /><br />BRANDEN B. BRANDEN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gargowolf/
