Chained

The muzzle chokes, no more nuzzles for this wolf,
No more pack filled, chilled night, no more howling at the moon
Instead I lurk in this never-ending gloom
The glitter of stars upon my teeth is no more
Instead there’s scraps and rotten gore
And I swallow, the fur of others in my throat
I hack, I cough, I choke
The chain around my neck tightens
And I fall, its been so long since I walked, and now I crawl
The rapture of capture
I see this beginning as it ends
The heart of the wild within, it spends
And I pull, I twist, the chain is tighter
The moon, behind my eyes, grows brighter
And this wild heart of mine dies
My spirit in me gasps, it flies