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 Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 1:29 am
The moon calling
I see my fallen friend
The great beast
Who empalled him
Is now fallen and gone
My fallen comrad
Is with the moon
I tilt my head skyward
And the morning begins
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 9:33 am
I rush through the forest, the snow swirling all around me
The hunters chase me, cracking twings under their boots
A bullet grazes my shoulder, it hurts, but I do not cry out
I stop running and I turn around
I attack the hunters, the snow turning red with their blood
I limp away, injured, but alive
The snow starts falling harder, covering what happened on this moonlit night
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 6:44 pm
You lonely white wolf you cry.
You are in pain, it is no lie.
I know why you cry, I know why you whail.
I hear you I know your tale.
You cry for some one to hear.
Your pain makes me shed a tear.
You my think to the world that you mean nothing,
But to me you mean the world, you mean something.
The moon and I,
Will hear your every cry.
No one else will stop to listen.
While in the moon light your white fur will glisten.
I see your pain, I hear your cry.
We need you, please white wolf, don't give up, please don't die.
I dont want to have to say good-bye.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 6:49 pm
Lone White Wolf
Living with out the sense of being
Over-bearing, the weight of the world
Never knowing the feeling of acceptence
Evicted from life and taken with out concent
Wishing, craving the need for inner peace
Howling to society, yet society turns away
Incomplete, unconected, hated by most, loved by few
Tired of waiting as life turns its crual head
Ending, he wishes, for time moves so slowly
Whining in greif
Overflowing with pain and despair
Lingering, waiting for the pain to subside
Failing to see the love of some people... people like me
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 7:02 pm
A Wolf's Legacy
The night falls silent, the fighting done
The war is won
They all lay in the hands of fate
The howling and cry all gone and done
The moon watching over all to night
Smiling with love
Her gentle touch,
Comforting those who cry
Her gentle voice, silent to all
"Lay you head down my dying child"
"For your legacy will live on"
With this, her dear child finds his peace
He has done those good
With no way around fate,
He dies.
Not in vain, not even in pain
He dies with pride.
His legacy running free
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 7:31 pm
Spirit Wolf
A spirit of the night
who haunts my sleep
who can show me a new sight
without me waking up for a little peep
they are in my dreams
not to scare me it seems
but to be a guide
to show me what can be on the day I die.
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