Brianna A King Blue Wolf Poem by Brianna.A King

As the cold wind blows,
the blue wolf howls,
my stone hard soul decays for hours.

As my metal ore eyes gleam in the dark,
my Murderous past blows up in sparks.
Where my own soul is the own to blame,
I watch my life go down in flames.
So in the blaze my soul decays.

The watchers eyes seem miles away,
they watch my world as it decays away.

Murderer they sang on the cold winters day,
their voices rising to all far away.
The Blue wolf chased without delay.

I'm free i say I'm free at last,
No longer will i live on my untrue past,
for the friends and family i hold most dear,
Chased away my souls greatest fear.