I called you friend in the months of summer.
The beauty of June,
collapsed our violent hearts.
Melting under the surplus of life.

Now dear friend,
we stand on opposing ends.
Fangs to fang.
Begrudged the barren frost of winter's aim.
Starved,
our violence is reclaimed.

Enemies circle round.
A knife stowed, will graze and forge.
Flesh bound,
blood spilled.
Man must face his beast,
for winter's thirst claims summer's meats.