Hunters moon

[bstanko6]

The sea.
I yearn for the sea.
She brings my enemies to me.
In the mid of night's veil,
My periscope be the only black sail.
My torpedo be the teeth I bite in the Wolfpack I hunt with.
The color of blood and oil are indistinguishable against that hunters moon.
That Ping! That dreadful sound of what is to come soon.
I run silent. I run deep. I am nothing. I creep.
It's too late. I am found. The hunter the hunted, to the depth I am bound.
This steel coffin, I am not alone.
My Grey Wolves and I are being called home.
Our bodies rest in stasis in the black. But our ghosts hunt on, we at our duty stations, we will never go back.