-wolf On The War Path- - Poem by darkpuppet loveless
The mighty wolf takes down his prey
It falls and he has won, uninterested he
Moves on to conquer another
His feet kick up the blood and gunpowder
Black snow, it burns with his desire for more.
Flames light in his paw prints,
It’s the urge to kill that keeps them burning
Destruction lays in his wake, the smell of death
Keeps him always yearning for his next kill
Ever burning with his desire for more.
The wolves howl promises a swift demise
And a false pact of protection, until they
Grow weak, too weak and useless, but the wonderful
Feeling of power is fleeting, so he hunts for more
To destroy, but not even that can extinguish the
Thirst for more.
As the sayings go and the stories end ‘every great
Nation must fall.’ The wolf was killed, his last
Battle against his loving younger brother
But the cycle does not end there
The smaller is infected with the power
Hungry virus and takes his brothers place.
A never ending cycle of powerful savages
Will arise out of the lasts ashes.
There will always be someone
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