The Hour of the Wolf

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The Hour of the Wolf (edit 5)

Midnight church bells ringing slight;
deep through the woods this eerie night?????????? i would get rid of "the"


Fog engulfs a lonely shack.
Inside, a trembling man in black
kneels sobbing at a cold steel cross:
repenting, for a kingdom lost.comma? I'm not a grammar guy but...
He brings his baggage of duress;
within the wolf, his fear and stress.mmmm i love it
There is no exit from himselfi think this is a bit lazy compared to the rest of the poem. Isnt the wolf his exit? Even if he's not a fan.
no place to run.
Despair dressed in a suit of hair,
the constant presence always there;
with tearing claws and gripping jaws.
Surreal voices fill his ears
fueling fires to his fears;
the wolf's descent upon his will

This hour of the wolf
is meant to kill.

The clock on the wall, it
ticks
ticks
ticks
approaching dawn;
unknowing of the violent storm.
A ray of light intrudes
to shine upon;
a battered shell of man
sprawled across a chair.

The hour of the wolf;
the depth and living hell
and our despair.

I still feel like part of the story is missing.