Moonheist

I don’t run with the pack no more, that bridge is burned and gone Too much *lonepath* in my blood, I hunt better alone But the moon’s full tonight and the town’s dead asleep And I heard the butcher leaves his back door on the creep Used to be a good dog, used to follow all the rules Now the only law I heed is the hunger in my tools One job. One haul. One ghost in the night Alpha said I’m reckless — alpha’s probably right But the pack eats scraps when the winter’s mean And I eat good when I go unseen So tell me who’s the fool... It’s a *moonheist*, midnight special Silver light’s my only weapon Slip the shadow, pick the lock with teeth Take the prize and take my leave Yeah it’s a *moonheist*, call me selfish But a *lonepath* wolf don’t need your witness I’ll be gone before the dawn can grieve Just a ghost and the *moonheist* Chain-link fence like water, I flow right through the gap Security light stutters — blink and miss the wolf in black Freezer air hits my nose like a punch from last July Three whole sides of beef just hanging there to die I could take one. Pack could eat a week. Alpha would call it stealing. I call it finding what I seek But there’s a photo on the wall — him and me, back when Pups wrestling in the den, before the world got thin Before I chose the *lonepath*, before he called me wrong So do I feed my belly, or feed the ghost of where I belong? Take it all and prove him right — that I’m just teeth and gone? Or leave it here and starve to prove I’m something more than... Nah. It’s a *moonheist*, midnight special But I only take the one they’d waste The scraps, the ends, the pieces lesser Leave the prime cut in its place Yeah it’s a *moonheist*, call it penance *Lonepath* don’t mean soulless I’ll be gone before the dawn confesses Just a thief with a little conscience On the *moonheist* Alpha finds the beef at the edge of the tree line No note. No tracks. Just a little less hungry, this time. *Lonepath*... still mine... But the pack eats... tonight...