Pristine skies of ebony.
Peppered light in darkened sea.
Rising master of the earth,
Scrape the heavens, God's own hearth.
Evergreens spike the loam,
For thousands there who call them home.

Glowing orbs, copper tint,
Shift to show an eager glint.
The night is strong, silent, still,
Bending to the Master's will.
Huge paw pads print the soil,
Moves with grace, flowing oil.
Sable fur, haze of gray,
Stalking 'til the light of day.
Slender shadow, moves in silence,
Power shell of pending violence.

Grazing in the fields below,
A mighty buck, a drowsy doe.
Cool night breeze, grass ocean sways,
These lonely two've seen better days.
A musty scent the wind delivers,
Mighty beast trembles, shivers.
The mornful dirge cuts the sky,
Offered to the God on high.
Bloodlust strong, the wolf is coming,
No use hiding, only running.

Desperate flight of swiftest creatures,
Leaps and bounds, most desirable features.
See him not, but hear him true,
'bout now you're glad it isn't you.
Thousands of years, build for this,
Nine in every ten's a miss.
But hunger brought him here this night,
Death will end the young deer's flight.

Regal buck stumbles, falls,
Forward lathered wolf crawls.
Fangs bared glistening against the moon,
Death hovering to meet them soon.
To kill to live to pity to die,
A touch of gray kisses the sky.

Neither can run another pace,
So here they stand, face to face.
Fiery breath mists, a snort,
A savage, hungry snarl retorts.
Gray, and Scarlet, soothing gold,
Coal eyes flash, copper shift,
Waiting for the mind to drift.

Mind of each keen and sharp,
Anxious eyes shadowed, dark,
And without a care he stalks away.
Off to seek less regal prey.