In such dark bitterness, it stands alone, waiting for day to come. It's golden eyes pierce into your very soul, bringing such horror that none can bear. It howls in moonlight awaiting for something to happen but sees nothing. It's call murders the mind and fills it with hatred and sorrowful memories. When it sees it's prey it attacks with no hold backs. It bares it's teeth into the innocent specie's soul and takes it away to it's dark lair of torture to be devoured. The red blood shed by it's prey, drips down its snout to show only that it has no mercy for anything. The lone wolf, also known as life, has no mercy for anything and will never have mercy until hell freezes over.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,loneliness,wolf