The Wolf - Hell

In this place,
I wonder,
Is this Hell?
Is this my 
eternal punishment?

I stare, 
at a body
so familiar,
and yet,

His eyes are closed;
If not, for the greying palor-
the near translucence to his skin,
he would appear as if asleep.
But he was dead, 
his funeral delayed, 
simply because
he was now
nothing more than

I turn away from him,
from Anthony Cain,
for the last time.
As I leave,
tears well in my eyes,
And Wolf mocks me,
for lying even to

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