Lost in Grey

Shades of grey
offer nothing new
as the howling wolf
bays at the moon,

hungry for
his summer feast
of young that have lost
the fear of the beast.

The beast that beckons
in the heart
tearing all
good souls apart;

the light that doesn't
ever touch
the shadows creeping
along in dusk

waiting for
the opportune
to cloud the sky
blotting out the moon

which drapes the shades
of grey upon the scene,
offering nothing new
to be seen.