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The Wolf

Through the night i travel,
over mountain flat and snow,
my pack is with me always,
where we setlle is our home.
A world of muted colour,
a world of crisp sound and smell,
i taste the weather the changing seasons,
i rejoice in what i am.
The distant howls of my brothers,
the hunt is on again,
i run with boundless energy,
the hunt is life and game.
I see the stag lord of the forest,
a creature noble and proud,
strong and fast but not enough,
we pull him to the ground.
The hunt is over for another night,
hunger sated again,
the pack rejoins and rejoices,
our prays to the moon are clearly heard.

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Written October 25th, 2005

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  • konrack
    October 25, 2005
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    thanks sis, so glad you liked it..... still not fully happy with it yet, is why i am still working on it i guess.....


  • greenewhiplash
    October 25, 2005
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    Stupenderous

    Awwww hungry wolfies! I'm glad it was in the wolf's perspective. It adds an originality to it that I haven't seen for a long while. GoodO MundO Kon, I must say. Holla Back.

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