To the Wolves at My Door

This night I hear the jackals

baying to a desert god

In the dark the growing whispers

have begun tearing scars

The foul breath of Anubis

breathes fire down my back

And the wolves have drawn nearer,

begun coiling - for the coming attack

I yearned to see but my eyes were already crystallized

I yearned to survive but my fears had already materialized

Like serpents this dark entangles,

ties me to the soil

And (even) the strangers in my reflection

have begun to recoil

I yearned to cry but the waters were already crystallized

I yearned to live but my death had already materialized

Now the light no longer blinds me

Your dying gods they cannot bind me

And as I exit this human aisle

I greet my hangmen with a smile

And to the wolves at my door

Prolong this suffering no more

With your fangs come and this strife

And erase my name from the Book of Life