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shattered hopes and broken dreams;
i've really had enough of these.

bring it on!
though, really, i'm just a fawn

so new and struggling to stand,
you should really give me a helping hand.

they help me lots, these words of hate.
they help me to create.

as i sit, i ponder what you said.
and it really gets into my head.

and now i sit here, pen in hand,
and am thankful, now i can stand.

although you didn't help (you hindered)
and though you left me feeling splintered,

i thank you, Dad, for those hurtful things you said.
i thank you, Dad, for the occasional smack on the head.

you've made me strong.
Yeah, thanks dad...
A story within a poem

{~~~}

I’m the only one left.
My pack was killed off, one by one.
Death shadowed me
Followed everywhere I went
Soaking my fur black
Killing my sight

I remember the look on her face
Her fur matted in the chase
Teeth stained red
Eyes with a wild dying light
Her muffled breathing slowing
I felt her life stop underneath her chest

Then you came
You saw your trophy on the ground
Next to a live one
You drew a silver stick
The sun glinted off like water with light
You stuck it in my side

You drug it up my already dead fur
Ripping up my flesh
I felt it clack against my ribs
With a sick yelp
I turned my tail and ran
Away from your prize

I wandered the forest alone
With Death on my back
Running from you
The stick was still in my side
Red water ran down my skin
Pooling everywhere I went

I could smell you following me
That is all that kept me on the run
I could feel my life drain away
I was slowing
Enough for you to catch me
Enough to finish the ****


It was at the field of feathers you found me
Just beyond the pines
I was lying, panting from the chase
Death was staring me in the face
And when my vision cleared I saw you instead
Watching me carefully

You had your loud stick at your side
Your face was hard like rocks
You just watched me
I stared back
Prepared for death
I’d die the lonely wolf

Your face softened
You neared closer
I had no strength to protest
You dropped lower
Almost crawling towards me
While I was crawling toward the darkness

You were just a blur now
Your hand closed around the silver stick
While your other hand traced the wound
You looked at that hand
Which was now blurred red
You muffled something softly

I looked up
A growl rose in my throat
I could see it
I couldn’t let it happen
You jumped back
The loud stick raised at me

I dragged myself to my feet
Snarling while red water fell over the feathers
It was so hard to see
But I could smell it
The intention to ****
You edged back

I took off running
Coming right at you
You howled at me
I was at full sprint now
But your stick
It howled loud and quick

That’s when I felt it
The burning in my chest
My eyes widened
I fell and stumbled
Feathers stirring in the sky
I tried to prop myself up
But I couldn’t

You stared at me
I panted out what was left of the red water
I whined at you
Just turn around
I barked; yelped helplessly
It was too late

The bear that was behind you
Struck you down
Tearing your flesh wide open
The red water was everywhere
I couldn’t do anything
I could only watch

The bear finally stopped tearing
It’s black eyes stared at you
A moment longer
A heap of red flesh
Barely breathing
It wandered off into the pines

I whined at you
You cried back
Darkness was on the edge of everything
Closing in on me
Closing in on you
I could hear your pain

I dragged myself closer to you
Whining
I could make out your eyes
Wide with fear
I groveled closer
You gingerly twitched your hand

I was close now
I could feel your life against my fur
Beating slowly
Your were almost gone
I licked an apology on your hand
I’m sorry

You looked at me
Your hand moving up my drenched fur
You grabbed the silver stick
And slowly drew it out
It didn’t hurt
I was already broken

You looked at me
And breathed one last time
I saw myself in your blue eyes
You had a soul too
I filled myself with air
And howled for the last time

A ragged voice in the night
Blood-red feathers in the sky
Floating to the stars
I was singing for me
I was singing for you
I was singing for us

My shoulders slumped
I fell to the ground
My sight was gone
I couldn’t feel you dead-still next to me
But I could still hear
My song echoing

Wolf song
If we should die tonight
We should die
 together

{~~~}
This is more of a story
It's about a wolf whose pack get killed off by a hunter. This wolf is the last one left, and while he was laying next to dead friend, the hunter appears and stabs the wolf with a knife. The wolf runs for a long time, close to death. He realizes he can't run anymore so he lays in a field of dandelions  (described as feathers)
The hunter sees the wolf, with intention to **** him, but while he watches the wolf suffer in pain he realizes what he's done.
The wolf then sees a bear behind the hunter, and the wolf's protective instincts take over. He uses the last of his strength to attempt to attack the bear, but the hunter mistakes the wolf for trying to attack him. He yells at the wolf to stop, but he doesn't. He shoots the wolf in the chest, disabling it. The bear attacks the hunter and leaves him to die.
The wolf sees that the hunter as a soul just like him, and crawls to the dying hunter to comfort him. Licking his hand is away of submitting to the hunter, and apologizing.
The hunter dies and the wolf is filled with the sadness of loosing another pack-mate.
He sings a song for him, and himself.
The song is translated into something like
"If we should die tonight,
Then we should die as brothers."

© Copywrite Lycan
I wrote how I felt
on a small slip of paper
and I threw it
into the ocean
to never been seen
*again
fear.
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE STARS IN THE SKY
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE RAIN IN THE SUMMER
MORE THAN THE SUNLIGHT WHICH TRICKLES THROUGH MY CURTAINS IN MID-WINTER
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE FLOWERS WHICH GROW WILD
AND MORE THAN THE YELLOW BUTTERFLY I ONCE CAUGHT BUT THEN LET GO BECAUSE IT WAS TOO BEAUTIFUL TO HOLD CAPTIVE AND I WANTED TO SHARE THAT BEAUTY WITH THE WORLD
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE RIVER I ONCE JUMPED IN AND THE CLEAR WATER THAT SPLASHED ON MY FACE AND MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS WASHING AWAY THE PAST
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE GREEN OF THE GRASS AND THE RED OF THE ROSES AND THE BROWN OF THE OAK THAT GROWS BEHIND MY HOUSE
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE SOUND OF THE BIRDS IN THE MORNING AND THE CRICKETS WHICH CHIRP LATE AT NIGHT AND THE LITTLE KITTEN WHO COMES TO VISIT ME EVERY NOW AND THEN IN HOPES OF FINDING A SNACK
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE WIND WHICH BLOWS AWAY MY FEARS AND THE RAIN WHICH DROWNS MY TEARS AND THE SUN WHICH WARMS MY HEART AND THE MOON WHICH GIVES ME HOPE AND THE STARS WHICH GUIDE ME HOME
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ALL THESE THINGS COMBINED AND I MUST SAY THAT COMING FROM ME, THAT IS A VERY VERY VERY BIG STATEMENT BECAUSE MY HEART HAS ALWAYS BELONGED TO THE WILD AND THESE ARE WHAT MAKE UP MY VERY EXISTENCE
THESE ARE WHAT GIVE ME PURPOSE AND PROVE TO ME THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING
THESE ARE MY REASON TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND FALL ASLEEP TO AT NIGHT
AND IF YOU’VE MANAGED TO CAPTURE MY SOUL AND FREE MY HEART TO THE POINT WHERE I LOVE YOU MORE THAN NATURE AND ITS MIRACLES THEN I MUST SAY THAT YOU HAVE INDEED CLAIMED EVERY PART OF ME BECAUSE TRULY I NEVER THOUGHT IT WAS POSSIBLE TO LOVE ANYTHING OR ANYONE MORE THAN I DID THE FEELING OF FRESHLY CUT GRASS AGAINST MY BARE FEET BUT YOU’VE PROVEN ME WRONG
*AND I DO, I DO, I SWEAR TO YOU, I DO LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING, ANYTHING IN THE WORLD
// just a moment of absolute happiness & wonder & delight, in case the all-caps hadn't already given that away //
Last night, I got kisses.
They weren't sweet kisses,
They weren't soft kisses.

They were sharp kisses,
They were swift kisses.
They were the kind of kisses that leave marks.

They were the kind of kisses that sting.
They were peppering kisses,
They were lightning kisses.

They were biting kisses,
They were a blade's kisses.
They were the kinds of kisses I regret.

They were the kinds of kisses that sting for days.
They were silver kisses,
They turned into red kisses.

They weren't my first kisses,
They weren't my last kisses.
Last night, I got kisses.
to tell the truth, i'm actually really fricking proud of this.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.
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