A Wolf's LifeA Poem by Sylo's RoseI am from.. A shadowed past full of pain and longing
I am from .... A midnight run through the shadowed forest
I am from... The last howl on the blackest hill
I am from... I gentle muzzle and a hard fang
I am from... A warm place by the fire and a harsh winter with the pack
I am from.. The open meadpw lite by the moon and a barred cage lite by my hatred
I am from.. One last look over the valley and one more run through the darkened woods
From the last breath on the last wind flowing through the forest to the last of my pack © 2011 Sylo's RoseReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 22, 2011 Last Updated on April 22, 2011 AuthorSylo's RoseNeverland, ORAboutI'm a littel wolf lost in the big forest :( But I love to play and hunt and hang out with my pack mates. I also looooooveeeee to write. Thats why im here. To make friends and share my writings :) more..Writing
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