White Wolf Black Crow

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Challenging oneself is usually the opposition. Dare we not to question our inner self in order to reach a higher form serenity?

Submitted: May 23, 2017

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Wolf-

I traverse this never ending landscape.

Survival is not necessary, but I will not bend to the will of other feral tyrants.

My bite is great, so my volition must greater.

Crow-

Patrolling the gloomy corridors of the oblivious patrons is now less than a pass time.

Fancies do not interest me, mirrors only agitate. 

Questioning fate at the sound of a tick tock, who has the authourity over a broken time piece.

Wolf-

My senses are existential, I have grown to hate each and every season, with the exception of snowfall. The only family I have is the one in my mind, at least there is no one left to protect. But the tone I take in that right could never be blissful.

Crow-

Daylight vexes me at every turn, and that flock of ne'er-do-wells irritates my very soul.

I look forward to their graveyard chatter. How I loathe these days that bask in the hours sun, patience must be a virtue,  for every funeral and hollows eve is my special place.

Wolf-

I can not decipher which is more harsh, my hunger or the thirst for vengence. My loyalty can only be rivaled by unforgettable thoughts of remorse, not only will prints be made this winter, but memories as well. The best memories always go unnoticed in the coldest of winters. Will we ever be found?

Crow-

Visions of the night are no longer a phantasy, this what I have been longing for, what I pine to rediscover. Winter's night I shall always love, winter's night I could never loath. But those foolish enough to tread the wilds of what is mine should be wiser, for I am the miserable miser and so it shall be, you I have not seen shall lie with me, an indelible grace and an impetuous fancy.

Wolf-

Could my loyalty truly be my undoing? Was I always the beast I had been searching for? Would it be best to let my blood run colder than my very heart, I ask only because the pack is here only in spirit. I wish the vengence was not with in me, but walking with me. This may be my last chance to confront my reflection, hello frozen lake. How many nights have we spent howling in the moon light, foolish of me to think you would answer back. Resting maybe my  only recourse, this will never be a goodbye, so I must ask you, one who resides in the shadows, what will you do now?

Crow-

Nothing that is not with in my power, I will not bid you a farewell, that seems grim.

Wolf-

Then just be sure to visit who I once was, just you. Hello, old friend..

Crow-

Goodbye, new friend.


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