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A Battle Not Really Won

Poetry By: King Wolf

A Wolf pack chases after cattle to prey on,

Moral: Death to sustain life is a bitter sweet victory

Submitted:Sep 5, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

leading the pack into battle
to get the O`so luscious cattle,
with blood running down my teeth
I have had my share of the feast,
as the pack pass snatching a bite
I wonder to a not to distant height,
while most of the pack begins to prowl,
I find my self beginning to howl,
at a moon shinning so bright
on a dark and death filled night.


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