The ravens ride in chariots
Atop a whirling, prescient breeze.
Rabbits, mice, their compatriots
Fear vicious maelstrom but they freeze.
Bloodthirsty wolves with teeth of steel
Slash heartlessly amid the storm.
Headless corpses no longer feel
The pain as devil creatures swarm.
Snow falls on fertile pasture land
Ice forms on shattered mammals’ dreams.
Ferocious winds strafe o’er the sand
And carry off the tortured screams.
Where are the lions, tigers bold?
The wise old owls who preach for peace.
The wolves will howl until they fold
When fox and dove force them to cease.
(Written for dVerse, MTB: Systematically Derange the Language–Surprising Conceit, March 5, 2015).