HalfBlood, PureBlood,
BlackBlood, BlueBlood,
FernBlood, RiverBlood,
Blood packs galore.
Our origins far outdated, the masses have moved.
Lone wolf, lone howl,
A myriad of paths await.
Which pack will you choose?
Stand guard by their gate.
Loyalty awaits,
The thrill of the kill,
For the pack first, of course,
Such is the unspoken law.
Wounded, alone,
You call, and call.
Do the packs have time for your pitiful song?
Alas, no answer,
Your loyalty isn't bound.
So young one, pick up,
Break new ground.
A call, distant,
But not too far away.
Wounded, alone,
A dispersal, a mate.
Your loyalty is bound,
It's flesh new and small.
There is much to learn about the world,
And for a wolf, it's never too small.
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Random Poetry
PoetryPREVIOUSLY TITLED "WOLF POETRY". Come, indulge in these poems I have written. They come from the heart.
