10/07/2007

Victory

I wrote this poem one night while staring at the moon.

Victory
The circle closes, you and go round and round,
Nipping, growling, giving wounds,
You attack, I dodge,
I slip and fall, you jump to bite,
Your jaw comes down with all its might,
You stand above, I lay below,
I await that final blow,
Wait, there's some thing howling, calling, deep within,
I lunge and jump, I hit my mark,
I listen to your slowing heart,
I raise my once silver muzzle,
Now stained red with blood,
Victory is mine, I rule by his side now