White wolves, with white eyes, in white coats
Chase us across fields of burning grain
Under moonless starless night
Towards black mountain waves
Lit by lightning
Between the wolf and the sea
The jaws and swells turn to memory
Turn to bones
To be stacked in the ossuary
To be thrown down the oubliette








This poem made me imagine a wandering lycan. Nice write! “)
I’d take the sea over lycans.
Thanks for reading.
Regards James
Listen to the YouTube page after I read it. Very ominous. I like it.
Thanks for reading and listening.
Regards James
This hits like a nightmare you can’t wake up from — stark, elemental, unforgiving.
Wolves, sea, bone, oubliette… nothing sentimental here, just extinction rendered clean and cold.
Dark times with little hope. Yet people endure some how. People keep fighting.
Thanks for reading
Regards James