Wolf

in #the-poets5 years ago

Some they say are insane,
The perils they face willingly.
My fangs feel different,
To dig into human flesh leaves my canines tainted.
A wolf I am,
The remains of adventurers I take.
A feast for my pack to partake,
Why should I deter them from their dreams.
When they kill my kind for their furtrimmed coat.
The hope for my kind low
The war howls heard,
Guns fired ,
The hates inspired
The predator turned prey,
No one is safe in this fight.
I don't care for the plight of those caught in between.
Now nature calls,
I will obey because it's time to ball.
I hope you can play,
Or you might be flayed alive