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Wolf's Cry

Poetry By: King Wolf
Poetry



A Wolfs Reminiscences of his formor mate, during his last moments in life.


Submitted:Sep 5, 2012    Reads: 21    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Alone, I stare up at the moon, and bask in its dim glory,
and I start to think about my fallen mate, she put her life on the
line to assure that her pups would live on, and after her death
came at the paws of a black bear, I spiraled into a
deep depression and lost all will to continue prowling, from now on alone.
the only element that drove me to last with a beating heart to this
night was the pups lives, but its been many years since they
have gone to start their own packs, and the will to live
has all but disappeared, and now here I am head high staring
at the moon, howling in sorrow and despair, my final howl.





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