White Wolf Poem by Barry Middleton
White Wolf
a ghost is moving through the trees
it only stalks at night
before the dawn it finds its prey
and none escapes its might
we build our walls to block its path
but it will find us out
and make its entry to our door
of that there is no doubt
the wolf must roam the wooded glen
beneath a frightful moon
there is no use to guard your soul
no one shall be immune
Profound, we all are chased by our ultimate destiny which is inevitable, no matter where we hide, no matter what we do, we will be caught one day, Nice metaphor and a great poem to ponder on.10+++
A great metaphoric write. Yes, no one can escape death. The image of wolf as a symbol of death is very apt. A huge 10.
Thanks Nosheen. My writing is inconsistent lately but I am glad you like this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:51:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There is only one gaurantee in life...and that is...death....a lovely write...and loving the photo.... Annette
Thank you Annette. Half the fun is finding a good photo.