Logan Brosemer imagines an inner struggle as a battle between two wolves, one white with black eyes and one black with white. Each carries a trace of the other, so the poem hints that good and bad, or light and dark, aren't cleanly separated. Both live "inside me," which makes the speaker the battleground as well as the witness.
The speaker doesn't know who will win. The questions "Which will prevail? / Which will die?" are asked plainly, without panic, and the answer is left to "time." Then comes the surprising last line: "until then I'll fly." Rather than being crushed by the conflict, the speaker chooses to rise above it, or at least to keep moving and live freely while it plays out.
The mood is tense but oddly hopeful. The short lines feel tight and urgent, yet the closing trailing dots suggest openness, as if the speaker is looking up and out instead of down at the fight.