I sing a soldier's song
walking with the ancestors
but then suddenly
a wolf's cry interrupts me from my croon
I hear the beast within my range
and head onward, marching fiercely with every step
to come across the creature's origins
I now hear a softer tune
a Celtic melody
with all the echoes of the pack
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I have absolutely no idea how I came up with this because it's nothing like I usually write, but what do you think?
YOU ARE READING
-eunoia.
PoetryEunoia: (n.) beautiful thinking; a well mind Just a typical amateur poet. Here's some of my soul captured with words. *all images from google*
