By Gryphon Ludwig
I am the raging beast, the forward momentum;
Tonight I am the jaws that grasp at reality’s throat.
I apply pressure to draw fate’s attention;
All in midnight it fails to call my bluff.
I am the joyous reigning puppet;
the risk too great and I all too spiteful to lose;
I get to dance with chance
With stars in my throat as I swallow the sky,
Dancing in life on death’s back,
With thrilling fear of its future with you.
If you must go burn bright in the act,
With a screaming swan song ripping hard from your throat,
Let the claw marks you leave never fade from the stones