This is elation:
A flushing fever through my bones;
Fire on the skyline, molten smile-wolffish,
bright.
And a hum so giddy it snaps the seams,
In his ecstasy flavored freedom-
He brings forth the rampant howling of the night.

This is the purpose:
Artificial gleam, ablaze your manic eyes,
and the taste of copper and anticipation,
In scarlet cinders - amplifies
The chase that is upon us;
You,
The demons
And I;

And this is the reason:
The blood in our bones
knows nothing more than the
thrill of the fight.