A young she wolf is born
Scorched fur of molten lava and heated coal
Flames consume her path
She leaves a soot trail
Ember eyes shine the spark of life
The animal instinct to hunt
And so she will hunt
Through the hell that surrounds her
The hell she creates
A paradise of flames
"The Fire in this Wolf lives"
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random thoughts + poetry
Random"why must I look at the sun, when all I need to do is look at your smile?" ~o.r
