The last in the classic retelling of a classic werewolf tale:
A Dagger's Breath by Michael Doyle Everywhere the deceived heart searches for clues Bits of treachery displayed in all of its hues You can hide it all within a certain mask Simply through the questions you do and don't ask A hero's heart seeks to be free of chains However much it might seem in vain So much hatred in the name of the cross All of which would find Christ at His loss To protect us from darkness, we are fed lies When our only safe passage is the sunrise Under the blood moon is read the verse While those who are bitten live under the curse Big eyes are all the better with which to see Big ears are better to hear somehow infinitely Big teeth are the things of nightmares and tears All of these become the wolf of our worse fears Woken as it were from the night of sheer terror We become keenly aware of all of our errors A hero does what needs to be done and does not complain Through their courage the beast will be slain The wolfen sees the world in his bestial pride Offering his cursed gift as he quietly confides Telling his daughter that she will be invincible Something she doesn't want and finds incredible Driving silver into this unholy veins She takes her destiny by its reins She is not the Devil's daughter And though love might die, she will not be her father On the banks of the foggy, frozen lake She watched her goodbye as her soul shakes The winter came with all of its brutality A dagger's breath felt in its mortality (c) July 17, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
