Wild Dogs

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Personal poem.

He wanted to hurt me,

He was as a wild dog.

He wanted to hunt me,

Like a dragon in rage above.

 

The Leader said:

He has to smell you.

And it will all pass away,

I couldn't let this happen;

I wanted to escape...

 

So I told him:

I belong to Nyarlathotep.

And he cowered,

And ran off.


Submitted: May 22, 2020

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