“You knew these dog days would pay off your load // Of sorrow, but you never paid for pain”
Image: Palette and Pub’s Timber Wolf Painting
The night we stopped by the side of the road
You stared full in the face of the round moon
And turning back to me your white fangs bore
And tearing the seat with your claws you swore
You didn’t know what got into you, but soon
You knew these dog days would pay off your load
Of sorrow, but you never paid for pain.
Those minutes as you ripped my hand, my heart—
I felt the blood start and tears burn my eyes.
Across squandered dreams I begged to now why
The man left you, and you came apart
Gazing hard on the blood and the stain.
And as you sank those fangs into breast
My heart became a victim or your beast.
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