Paws

The howling winds recall their names,

Paws that tread where shadows reign.

Blackened sky, a mournful tune,

Bagpines cry beneath the moon.

Echoes of the fallen pack,

Love engraved in tracks so black.

One small heartbeat breaks the night,

Puppy's breath, the last alive.

Fever stole them one by one,

Cold earth claims what was undone.

But in the den, a flicker stays,

A ghostly lick, a phantom gaze.

Dogs like children, now just bones,

Whispers in the standing stones.

Distorted chords and thunder weep,

As violins guard their sleep.

Oh, the pipes scream ragged pain,

Calling through the acid rain.

Drumbeats march like funeral tolls,

Death keeps time, but love holds soul.

Echoes of the fallen pack,

Love engraved in tracks so black.

One small heartbeat breaks the night,

Puppy's breath, the last alive.

Echoes of the fallen pack,

Bloodline carved in every crack.

Tiny paws on sacred ground,

Where the lost still run unbound.