ive done nothing to you,
i ask, why torture me so?
find you pleasure in my pain?
my blood runs like water warm
i can no longer fight you...
take my life, if't pleases you so.
white sheets, crimson stained.

distant world, before unseen, by eyes like we,
she roamed, unseen, heard only by her sisters
she growled her dominance, none could see
they had no eyes, but two jaws, come misters.

the white man saw her ferocious form
took her, bound her, forced her sleep.
whipped her, trained her to to the point of norm
she growled at them, and the cuts run deep.

she wraps her tail round her ****** self
weeps through eyes that arent there
her purpose now is gain her master wealth
none but one did show her care

the man, dark tan, did care for her
he bounnd her wounds, helped her heal
in a way he loved her, for sure
though she was different, this be what he feel

a spirit wolf torn from his trees,
locked into an iron cage,
he'll bite this "master's" knees,
just to sate his rage,

a dragon ripped from his cave,
muzzled to cut his flame,
forced to fly, entertaining slave,
he'll **** them all, they're to blame.

sleek black monstress, taken from her home,
shackled and bound, brings her pain,
acidic blood doesnt help her roam,
starved and beaten, forced to train.

these three each, from worlds apart,
forced to do battle in a ring.
fight for their lives, forced to part,
with all they knew, as the crowds sing.

they meet in battle, snarls and growl,
to one another, silence breached,
xenny growl, lucian roar, leon howl,
each in unison, "we'll be unleashed..."

they act, lashing out, tearing flesh
from the crowds, from their master
break through the cage, to air so fresh
running, flying, fleeing faster

finally free... they can finally rest...
collapse on the ground, ease the ache
hurting limbs, aching feat, heaving chest
tomorrow, mourning for the lives they take.

if you were the moon,
i'd howl for an eternity
if you were a star,
i'd gaze at your beauty
if you were the night
i'd sleep peacefully
if you were mine,
i'd never let you go
this is what i truly feel inside
this is the loyalty of the wolf

i once flew on the breeze
i once maneuvered 'round the trees
there was a stream, where found my food
scaly meals and fishy feels
grew to be the norm for me
the valleys peaceful,
mountains quiet
my den, i often laid nearby it
but now i sit in my lonely cage
roaring through these bars of rage
my vendetta against the outside world
compares not to my mate lay curled
beside me she breathes a jet of flame
when we escape, nothing will ever be the same
our roar will bring fear to our captives
their traps will never touch us
their weapons will never hurt us
and once our wrath's been sewn
after our name is known,
we will return to our home
and we will live in peace again.
my dear, we will not live in fear
so long as i am near.
i am a dragon, and i will fight for our freedom

Black is the night
Black so deep
It devours the light
I cannot sleep
Yet one shines bright
Its gentle creep
The moon shines white
I almost weep,
Leaves circle mid-air
And soon catch aflame
I watch, I stare
As the trees do the same
The stars seem to glare
As if I'm to blame
Of creepy things I've had my share
And all I do tame
The shadows crawl,
Crawl to my feet
Against me, they fall
As do all foes I meet
The shadows tall
Oh what a treat
Demons, shadows, all
All I will greet

A wolf left out in the cold,
fed the last scraps,
no matter how old.
he could be free... perhaps.

one day a she wolf wandered past,
green eyes that mesmerized,
he hoped different from the last.
it was her beauty he realized.

wolfia turned to be her name,
his heart of ice soon burned,
and wished her harness his flame,
he'd be there, whene'er she'd turn.

"if you were the moon, i'd howl for ye."
he said with passion in his voice.
she turned her head away from he
forget his flame... he had no choice.

he then wandered, with heavy heart,
past dragon, fox, and fire the same,
nothing that he passed did start,
come even close to feeding his flame.

he wandered and then yet he saw her,
near another, locked in his flame.
the first wolf watched, and almost sure,
she's like the others, just the same.

he knew this wolf would be no good,
the first wolf watched with an icy chest,
he knew, intervene, its what he should,
but found that nature did the rest.


He wished to aid her, he truly did,
he'd care for her, no matter what,
the tears on her face, he wished to rid,
but he felt only inside his twisted gut.

wolfia never saw the pain he felt
not the wounds, the howls or cries
not the crimson blows she dealt.
he hid it well beneath his lies.

the wolf by which went many a name
alexei, lucian, wolfffay too,
felt he should forget his flame.
the act of which, he'd never do.

he vowed to watch her, care for she,
love and cherish what all they had,
hoping for just what might be,
he'd be there for her, the good and the bad.