The romantic wolf...
I have been, Romulus and Remus, in wolf cub,
A deserted one, left under a lost fig tree,
Located, at the cave entrance of wild banshee,
Which, at its foot, has found me as a human stub...
Thus, its mythic wet-nurse nature, has brought me up,
So, out of my suckling mouth, comes, just, its fierce truth,
That's why, i have become, this unsuch beast of ruth,
Endlessly, in love quest, since i have been wolf pup...
I have, never found, any parents, but fakes ones,
Though, i have kept, wandering, without losing faith,
I am, still, single hunter, with the seasons wraith...
Fortunately, God mercy, has made me son's,
And, the free wolf, who, keeps howling in the moonlight,
That, comes out of woods, the cute bitch, to love forthright...
(C) Tenebrio, September 15, 2015 at 15 : 25...
