The Wolf He strides over earth, Like a shadow in the night, And since his birth, He has learned to fight. Hear him howl to the moon, He will come for you soon. He is a servant of the master. The wolf's so powerful and strong. You can try to run, but he will be faster, When he gets you, to him your soul will belong. Hear him howl to the moon, He will come for you soon. You feel his mighty teeth cutting deep into your flesh, Blood is running down your skin. While dying, LaLuna's light lets you feel fresh, And over your face passes one last grin. Hear howls of wolves all around, Your death now finally is found. (c) by Phil, a.k.a. one of THE POETS OF DARKNESS
Reason for writing:
I always wanted to make a poem about wolves. They are beautiful creatures of the night. Well, today, I just did it. Hope U like it.
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