Post by Chakor on Feb 20, 2013 21:16:23 GMT -5
(Yes, this is a poem...)
In the cold time of the night,
A single wolf hides in the shadows.
Doing his best staying out of Sight,
He has suffered the biggest pain yet to feel.
He bellows out with no one to hear.
Laying his head on the cold grass,
Tears begin to slide down his black fur.
The pain feeling like broken glass.
He has no energy to move on.
Seeing that he is all alone in the world.
But he has to live another day.
Hunting alone without a mate at his side.
His trail ends up looking at his pass.
Seeing everything he has done.
All the beautiful times he had,
and even the sad and hurtful ones too.
He knows what has to be done,
and he knows what is at stake.
Picking himself from his current state.
He stalks the night like a shadow.
With no one unable to follow,
he makes his way to his preys home.
His eyes focus and simply stares.
"I'm the wolf og the night,
you will see why they call me the nightmare."
Slipping in like a ghost of history past.
His prey slumbers in riches of their greed,
one paw after the other.
Making not a sound to wake,
Not even the sound of breathing could they hear.
Gently bringing himself onto the bed.
Slow and steady is he to be.
The icy blue eyes fixed without a blink.
Now looking down at his prey who sleeps silently.
Who is also unaware that their fate is to end that night.
When morning comes in through the window,
blood is splattered across the room of white and red.
The wolf limps back into his safe haven.
Where he lays down hiding again.
He closes his eyes feeling the new wounds bleed slightly.
In the cold time of the night,
A single wolf hides in the shadows.
Doing his best staying out of Sight,
He has suffered the biggest pain yet to feel.
He bellows out with no one to hear.
Laying his head on the cold grass,
Tears begin to slide down his black fur.
The pain feeling like broken glass.
He has no energy to move on.
Seeing that he is all alone in the world.
But he has to live another day.
Hunting alone without a mate at his side.
His trail ends up looking at his pass.
Seeing everything he has done.
All the beautiful times he had,
and even the sad and hurtful ones too.
He knows what has to be done,
and he knows what is at stake.
Picking himself from his current state.
He stalks the night like a shadow.
With no one unable to follow,
he makes his way to his preys home.
His eyes focus and simply stares.
"I'm the wolf og the night,
you will see why they call me the nightmare."
Slipping in like a ghost of history past.
His prey slumbers in riches of their greed,
one paw after the other.
Making not a sound to wake,
Not even the sound of breathing could they hear.
Gently bringing himself onto the bed.
Slow and steady is he to be.
The icy blue eyes fixed without a blink.
Now looking down at his prey who sleeps silently.
Who is also unaware that their fate is to end that night.
When morning comes in through the window,
blood is splattered across the room of white and red.
The wolf limps back into his safe haven.
Where he lays down hiding again.
He closes his eyes feeling the new wounds bleed slightly.