The Pack

The pack has run me down and surrounded me, So deep in the woods I cannot see, When will they charge and come at me again, Will it be me or will it be them? I'm exhausted and down on my knees, They sense my weakness and come thru the trees, I've got to get up and fight or run, I have only my Bowie and one bullet in my gun. I 've managed to kill one or two, But they have bitten my arm and calf thru, Alpha wants to taste my death, A fight until our last breath. It has finally came down to me or him, Can I kill him or will he win? We circle and lock eye to eye, No time to howl, no time to cry. Two bloody bodies lie in the snow, Where we rest no one will ever know, For neither Alpha or I walked away from this attack, Now a new alpha takes over the pack. Be wary of the pack that prowls at night, Travel fast and light, be ready to fight, For Alpha is master of his land, And you are a mere mortal man.