The hour of the wolf calls
Cool dark sharp but calm
No moonlight howl or cry
Head down and focused frown
Pawns are pushed into place
The risks we trust to take
With good faith in calculus
These gods are among us
Energetic plight flickers
Spattered anger flouts
Dilated rage with white teeth out
To think beyond aloud
Funny how the face of a clown
can quickly change it's mouth
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