A creature springs from black
Ahowl so purely dark
Ripping through the fear
A shiver from the base
A look upon the wild form
A glance upon thy eyes
A tortuous freeze
A willful trial run
A shot upon the board
A chance taken on spot
Coursing fire in pure veins
A power so restrained
Unbalanced into growth
A spirit roaring to life
Worth within its eyes
Fighting with the beast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Im guessing the beast is a wolf.