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Wolf and Man

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

What I imagine it to be like to hold a curse

Submitted:Sep 30, 2011    Reads: 43    Comments: 15    Likes: 10   

Upon the moon the dew does form

I run,

I run till I can no more

My instincts, smelling, listen, quiet

I hunt the prey as many before

I Plan,

I plan my attack and move

My senses, guiding, driving, salivate

The dear doth run and stop to eat

I pounce!

I pounce and sink my sharp teeth

My hunger, heightened, kill, devour.

My life is still and peace does descend

I transform,

I transform back to a tortured shell

My life, changed, curse, bound.


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