{ one of two }
he was slain,
the night of december's full cold moon
his throat ripped with claws,
body left to rot
at the bottom of the nemeton,
was where he laid to rest
or so they thought
~
{ two of two }
the next month, january,
the full wolf moon
he rose underground,
claws out, canines sharp
his eyes were gold,
like those of an omega
but he had a pack,
no, he was The Alpha.
~
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short poetry || riley black
Poetryjust some short excerpts, not edited very much, but i will edit as i go along! reviews are appreciated, please enjoy! xo
