A young and shy wolf is born
Scorched fur of molten stone and heated coal
Flames consume her path
She lives a life, leaving a trail of fire
Ember eyes shine the spark of her life
The animals leave her all alone
alone with her fire
She leaves a trail of fire
Trough the hell that surrounds her
The hell she created
A hell for who she hated
A paradise of flames
~schader
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont think this is perf! but i am a prout girl[3 just wrighting some stuf on your laptop and getting a band from your heart. just getting a sad fealing aut of your life. tahts where whrighting is about! (sorr if i spelled some stuf wrong!)