Wolfsangel

In the depths of the rabbit hole, where it
Was lonely, dreary, and cold, the worldview
Of our ancestors, embraced the young, who
Refused to become slaves, or to submit.
Through this world, I roamed under the moonlit
Sky to escape from what was wise and true,
But not in His plan for mankind to do
Onto others, what you would not yourself commit.
As I make my rise, I shudder to think;
As I’m not alone, but with foul beasts around,
Once man, but transformed by zeal and despair.
I raise my arms at countrymen, and blink,
At shots fired; he falls, I aim at his crown,
He snarls, but dies. To where now do I fare?