From Wolf to Peacock - The Vision Bleak

Since the first of hours, of childhood and thereon

In all my views and pond’rings, I have felt alone

Beauty I had savored in other sights than all

And a twisted grandeur I’ve seen in things that fall

I always found fulfillment, being on my own

And in my plays and passions I hit my distinct tone

From their source of delights, peace I never found

But from deep within me, my true self was unbound

Enter the wolf!

Night hunt, so cold!

Wolf heart, so lone!

Soul eyes, so blind!

Dark star, so bright

Sprawling was my anger, being chained to their

Notions uniforms and ambitions so austere

But that wrath transcended to a thing divine

Creations and catharsis and pride, they were all mine

Pride alike the peacock, I felt it to the core

From every cell and marrow, its results did outpour

Like the bird’s adornment the wheel magnificent

It had manifested in beauty of no end

Now spread thy wheel!