It's your time to call
onto the werewolves.
It's their time to
charge their powers.
No doubt the time
would be to devour.
It's their time to get
mesmerized by you.
Head high, howling
in appreciation.
Howling for their packs,
their families.
It's your time to be beholden
Providing contemplation.
For those wandering souls.
Even those susceptible
plastic dolls.
For those who are lost,
That would get out seeing you ,
Not minding the frost.
For those broken people,
Of which their thoughts are admissible
Modifying their lives again.
Making them a whole again.
With just one look,
You assure. . .
Being able to turn
people mature.
Spreading cures. . .
Is just a fraction of
what you can do.
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
PoetryTaste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I wa...
