He roams the straits and narrows,
Howling at a pale moon,
Heard only in the spaces between.
A hide young and desperate,
Stalking the wild hinds of legend,
Convinced one will satisfy his hunger into eternity.

The golden stag his enemy,
Horns sharp and poised,
Waiting on hilltop.
One glance is all it takes,
One stare with his golden eye,
And the wild dog remembers his place.

Thirsty for the blood of prey,
He slinks among the underbrush,
His underbelly slick with...