![]() Of Wolves and MenA Poem by An owl on the moon![]() Beware of wolves in men’s clothing…![]() ![]()
The men used to circle her Fangs grinning at her young form Eyes clenching her scarlet cloak She was definitely what he hunted… She tread the darkest streets And met him in a crimson room The beast was fierce and deliberate Ripping her basket from her fingers… Little scarlet cloaked for fear In darkest city streets did cry How the wolf in shrouded head Did vicious steal her smiling grace… With starless twilight frost Breath stolen and skin scarred Dearest ruby lips callous wept Living victim in numbed existence…
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