Wake of darkness, begin the hunt

Keen to the scent, the hunt is my muse...

I've grown accustomed to having it all
not having to hunt to get my meal done
just keep to my role, big and tall
barking at once, king and done

Feeling the joy
sensing the peace
able to sleep
pridefully unhunt

The sense of despair, of losing it all
not knowing again if I'll eat or roam
feel the fire, get ready to hunt
is this the last meal? Devour it all

Meant to destroy
even the keep
never retreat
burning the cunt

Hunger of the immortal, forever alone
just interrupted with moments of joy
path of the gods, long and lone
hunt of the lone wolf, eating it all

Meant to enjoy
no moment at ease
coming to release
at the verge of dawn