Cronus

Senses tingling and hyper sensitive

Ears picking up every scream and cry of pain
Every slash and whirl of a blade or the echoing calls of a bullet biting deep.

The scent of blood and smoke
Death and tears
Dirt and other unspeakable things mingle in a myriad of what bespeaks of war

Muddy paws touch the ground that had before been boot clad feet of a man
The hands that had once held a sword and a shield were now massive paws as well
Baring bloody claws that have taken heads like a knife takes butter

His head raises to howl at the moon filled sky
The howl ripping through the others and forcing them to turn and run
Singing a song to them of death and glory
Brokenness and the end

It tells them to run or die
Run or know no mercy
Then the rush comes

Those who didn't run
Didn't turn yellow
Didn't see the light, stay

Raising useless blades
Smashed shields
All with tired bodies that won't last

They were foolish to think they could stand when so many abandoned them
They can't stay the pack

So with lethal fangs as long as daggers
Dripping red claws to tear off their faces
The bloody wolves attack

The last attack devastates
It's a fatality if there ever was one
Crimson paints the ground
Raining puddles and coating fur

When all is said and done
When cries of mercy are no longer heard
And the blood is all spilled

Silence comes
Silence is deaths key
That's how you know it's set in
Its very own claws are slid in under the ribs
Just enough to kill

And the wolves raise their heads to cry
Mourn for the lost
Their own dead and the enemies
Together

The battle was won
But the war never ends
This is the price of a war wolf
This the price Cronus pays