We Wolves of the Night

We have no time for your nonsense

I’ve told you, yet you could not hear. I asked you to trust me and instead you played your games. I asked you to hear me, and instead you played your out-of-tune guitar in the corner of the room. There was so much light and you did your best to darken it.

Now, the beast has come and the end is near. You heard it growl but you have not yet heard it roar. You felt the heat of its breath on your flesh but you do not know its bite. My walls are few, but when I build them they are mighty.

Not that you care. You are use to such things. When angels get close you stab at them with your pitchfork. You’ve conditioned yourself to such nonsense and you play the game well, but I see right fucking through you.

I see how you kowtow to the mothers you call your friends, always doing your best to please those who play the role of the mother you could never satisfy. I see how you need those who play the role of the friends you couldn’t make, and I see the fear you have in losing them as your body falls apart around you. I can see, because I am not afraid to see, and I know because I want to know. It is the wolf who knows himself and his surroundings well that owns the forest.

You don’t fool me. You never have, even in those moments when I just wanted to show you the light, I was on to you. You need time, pretending as if you are in your twenties and have time to fumble your way through nonsense. You have little to show for your effort, except more mothering from those who see you as a child, and more distance from those who use you as a footstool.

Enjoy it. This wolf, however, has better things to do.

You want distance? You can have it, but not because you want it. You can have it because you’ve earned it.

You want bullshit? You can have that too, but not because you want it. You can have it because it is all you have to offer.

The wolves of the world have no time for you. Believe me, we are a pack built where such weakness is not welcome. You can relish in your pretend strength, and you can stand tall as you bathe in the faux independence you think you’ve built, but we who hunt under the moonlight know who you are. We can smell your fear. We can sense your frailty. We will have none of the sham you’ve created to hide it.

When you are afraid, say so. We will not let you face the night alone.

When you are weak, be weak. We will not leave you behind.

When you are unsure, speak to your uncertainty. We will huddle with you in the cold.

When you love, love hard. We will guard your back from the beasts that shall prey upon you.

Otherwise, continue to play with the puppies believing that makes you the adult in the room. I’ve got better things to do.