In the deepest, darkest part of the forest,
A lake the colour of gold rays.
People who have come back say it's west,
But that's not what the poem says.
A lone wolf boy hides in the trees,
His tragic love story leaves him alone.
When he finds his one true love and sees,
The lone wolf boy will feast on his throne.
Listen when I say stay away,
Who knows if being a wolf's bride is your fate.
Leave the forest before the end of the day,
Nobody has lived to tell you why they were late.
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I got the idea from a Chinese drama I watched for ten minutes because of gab_tanuki
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Flying Whales
PoesíaTwenty six letters repeated again and again to create a change in one's self. Poetry at its finest. Highest in poetry: #63 8/7/17
