They call me the ghost of the pack
Disappearing, reappearing
Though I'll always be here
Watching from a distance
waiting for my time
At first, I was alive
A pup, no status, but alive
Always there, never without company
Looking, learning.
In between, I matured.
I gained my status - I was known
I loved my pack
They took care of me
I had a home
Though then we started drifting.
The alpha had left
The others followed
I also followed
I did not want to, but I followed
Unknowingly
I had died
Unknowingly
I was a ghost
A ghost only because I refused to leave the grounds where the pack once stood
A ghost only because my memories chained me down
A ghost all the same
A new alpha came, we all identified her
We could see her with our own eyes
Though memories of what was still lingered
And I could not accept what was
So I drifted, in and out, coming and going with no warning
though I was always there
watching
And then
The old alpha
She was different, but we knew
The alpha had come back for us
And I was alive again
Though it was short-lived
For only weeks after the return, I disappeared again
But you all knew
I was still there
A faint spark
A whisper, a memory
Good friends, old friends, I was reminded of them all
and I knew that I
Needed to come back
They call me the ghost of the pack
Disappearing, Reappearing
I no longer watch, I no longer wait
I have come back
I wish to return
I wish to stay
I only wish
They call me
The red-furred wolf
And I am alive
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OKAY. I promise I'll move this back to the art sub-forum later. Honestly, I hate making a big deal over something as small as me coming back from the dead for like, the MILLIONTH time, but while I was typing this the idea for the poem came into my head and I couldn't resist. Been over a year since I tried to write poetry, hopefully I didn't fail XD
Now go thank Poppy for prodding at me to come back :U She's awesome
Missed you all <3
Disappearing, reappearing
Though I'll always be here
Watching from a distance
waiting for my time
At first, I was alive
A pup, no status, but alive
Always there, never without company
Looking, learning.
In between, I matured.
I gained my status - I was known
I loved my pack
They took care of me
I had a home
Though then we started drifting.
The alpha had left
The others followed
I also followed
I did not want to, but I followed
Unknowingly
I had died
Unknowingly
I was a ghost
A ghost only because I refused to leave the grounds where the pack once stood
A ghost only because my memories chained me down
A ghost all the same
A new alpha came, we all identified her
We could see her with our own eyes
Though memories of what was still lingered
And I could not accept what was
So I drifted, in and out, coming and going with no warning
though I was always there
watching
And then
The old alpha
She was different, but we knew
The alpha had come back for us
And I was alive again
Though it was short-lived
For only weeks after the return, I disappeared again
But you all knew
I was still there
A faint spark
A whisper, a memory
Good friends, old friends, I was reminded of them all
and I knew that I
Needed to come back
They call me the ghost of the pack
Disappearing, Reappearing
I no longer watch, I no longer wait
I have come back
I wish to return
I wish to stay
I only wish
They call me
The red-furred wolf
And I am alive
--
OKAY. I promise I'll move this back to the art sub-forum later. Honestly, I hate making a big deal over something as small as me coming back from the dead for like, the MILLIONTH time, but while I was typing this the idea for the poem came into my head and I couldn't resist. Been over a year since I tried to write poetry, hopefully I didn't fail XD
Now go thank Poppy for prodding at me to come back :U She's awesome
Missed you all <3
