The White Wolf(Gwynbleidd) 2 Poem by Aziz Akrish

The White Wolf(Gwynbleidd) 2



As I walk through the icy tundra, I am faced by a huge hydra, quickly I remove one of it's heads, they come out again like purebreds, I pull out more threads, now I wore my treads, escaped fast into the webs, ran with my life and ate frog legs.

Thursday, May 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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