The Beast Poem by Gabrielle Trione
The Beast
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
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 1:44:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Im guessing the beast is a wolf.