The dove was watching on an endless night,
while the wolf whistled to the silent trees
of twilight. Grinning at the falling leaves
and frost. It's soul on fire, cut the night

From its moonlit perch; the dove; sitting, he law
the masked and shadowed mongrel, he barred teeth
shining silver, daggers when he dared to breath .
And closing came through death: unbound by law.

After the wolf had conquered and consumed
the world beneath the dove's feet. Now he soon
desired lights and moons for his dark altars.

The men in white make life feel rejected
why?- since the dove flies in neglected
skies, and laughs at the world from his golden stars.