Wednesday, 4 September 2019

Lone Wolf



Wolves howl, they don't cower from the storm
they prowl, they don't crawl or fear the swarm
the lone wolf takes a step from the pack
snarling teeth bare, don't get too near, he's ready to attack

Wolves sing to the moon, they don't fear its mystery
they know not of its history, the stories of misery
of witchery and trickery, they just howl their delivery
the lone wolf takes a journey of discovery
shivering in the cold, under sparkling starlight's glittery captivity

Wolves hunt as a pack, they circle then attack
they seek out the weak, they sneak and they leap
the lone wolf walks a different beat, he doesn't follow the herd
not dressed in sheep's clothing, he doesn't bleat
he walks his own path, doesn't retreat

Wolves listen intently, always ready to fight
taking the scent of the cold night air, teeth ready to bite
they chase down their prey, with speed and surprise
the lone wolf watches on with saddening eyes
he turns and walks away, and howls to the skies


Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
 

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