The White Wolf(Gwynbleidd) 3 Poem by Aziz Akrish

The White Wolf(Gwynbleidd) 3



I have cheated death twice now, have to be heedful, they call me the king slayer, when I am no slayer, fearing for my life on every moment, fighting till the last opponent, I try to find a way out, I find a land that is drought, trying to find the man who scapegoated me.

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