Where the Red Fox Roams


Where the Red Fox Roams By Scott Bailey © 2014 The timid beasties scatterWith tiny racing heartsThe scent of blood approachesThe herd all ways it partsFor hereThe red fox roams The scent of fear it risesAnd fans the fox’s fireInto enslaving passionTo raise the killer higherThusThe red fox roams Filled with hate and ire ofWhere … Continue reading Where the Red Fox Roams

Where the Grey Wolves Grieve


By Scott Bailey © 2014 On a barren plainWhere food and joy are sparseThe desolate packs wanderWatching slow time passHereThe grey wolves grieve With rose stained eyesPatrolling their border widePreserving what is leftOf what they hold insideIt’s whyThe grey wolves grieve They gaze across the deltaTo far off distant timesWhere game and ease were plentyThan … Continue reading Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

Where the Red Fox Roams


Where the Red Fox Roams   By Scott Bailey © 2014 The timid beasties scatter With tiny racing hearts The scent of blood approaches The herd all ways it parts For here The red fox roams The scent of fear it rises And fans the fox’s fire Into enslaving passion To raise the killer higher … Continue reading Where the Red Fox Roams

Where the Grey Wolves Grieve


By Scott Bailey © 2014 On a barren plain Where food and joy are sparse The desolate packs wander Watching slow time pass Here The grey wolves grieve With rose stained eyes Patrolling their border wide Preserving what is left Of what they hold inside It’s why The grey wolves grieve They gaze across the … Continue reading Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

Where the Red Fox Roams


Where the Red Fox Roams   By Scott Bailey © 2014   The timid beasties scatter With tiny racing hearts The scent of blood approaches The herd all ways it parts For here The red fox roams   The scent of fear it rises And fans the fox’s fire Into enslaving passion To raise the … Continue reading Where the Red Fox Roams

Where the Grey Wolves Grieve


Where the Grey Wolves Grieve   By Scott Bailey © 2014   On a barren plain Where food and joy are sparse The desolate packs wander Watching slow time pass Here The grey wolves grieve   With rose stained eyes Patrolling their border wide Preserving what is left Of what they hold inside It’s why … Continue reading Where the Grey Wolves Grieve