The WheelA Poem by William WolfsheadFree verse PoemSHE SPUN THE WHEEL.... FOR CLEAR TO SEE.... TOSTOP A FATE.... OF VENRESEE.... THE OTHERS SAW.... AND STOPPED TO PLAY.... THE SPUN THE WHEEL IN OPPOSING WAYS.... THE WOLF AWAKENED HIS FANGS DRAWN NEIGH.... THE DOOR IS OPENED.... THE HUMAN HAS DIED.... THE LOVERS SPUN.... AND LOOKED TO SEE.... A CASTLE BROKEN.... A KING DROPPED TO HIS KNEES.... THE WHEEL STILL TURNS.... AND CHAOS DRAWS.... TO AVERT HER FATE.... SHE HAS SEALED THEM ALL.... A BIRTH OF LOVE.... THAT WAS ONCE SEEN.... NOW A BIRTH OF BLOOD.... SHE HAS BROUGHT TO THEE.... THE MORTAL DEAD.... NOW ONLY HATE REMAINS.... THE LOVERS TOO.... TO VENRESEE THEY STAY.... FIRE AND PAIN.... SHADOW AND BLOOD.... THE WHEEL HAS TURNED.... TO HELL SHALL WE FALL.... © 2010 William WolfsheadAuthor's Note
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