RMC

Install the call for all that fall
is upon the dark set sky I prey along.
Until the spill of a chill I call
for my pack to attack where I belong.

Under spells of wicked rails
that fell under a hell and me sold.
I run now in the wind my tail
is bit by frost and elements cold.

But I feast with a fellow beast,
as I strive for a moment to survive
I shall find no qualms with the east
for me inside I am alive.

Talk of all that’s at fault be a chime
made of silver it may kill me dead.
For a taste of what made me alive
will dry my bones raw and red.

I want the basics I can’t fake it,
what flows through my veins I trace
the straight lace along the veil fit
does my disposition see my face.