The Hour of the Wolf

[QDeathstar]

The Hour of the Wolf (edit 6)

Fog engulfs a lonely shack.
Within, a trembling man in black
kneels sobbing at a cold steel cross:
repenting, for a kingdom lost.
He brings his baggage of duress;
within the wolf, his fear and stress.
Despair dressed in a suit of hair,
the constant presence always there;
of the wolf, his piercing claws
and unrelenting gripping jaws.
Surreal voices fill his ears
fueling the fire of his fears;
the wolf's descent upon his will.

The hour of the wolf is time to kill.

The clock on the wall, it
tick why did you get rid of the s? It tick tick?
tick
ticks approaching dawn.
Unknowing of the violent storm
a ray of light intrudes within
to shine upon
the shattered shell of man a man? I mean, i guess your trying to add meaning, but everywhere else its a man
sprawled across a chair.

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