The wolf still lives...
Though the flint cuts through his flesh
Slicing its way down and across along its way.
The howls do NOT come, for he knows they are fools
Look how content they seem-how lulled they feel
As, even now, they lack the realization of his true strength
And how easily he could strike them ALL down
The wolf still lives…
Though they dig away at his skin and muscle
Yet they shall NEVER reach his soul.
He waits patiently, biding his time, eager to tear them down
Quietly he watches them without looking;
Remembering how they had made their plans and gone on their hunt.
They had set their traps, sunk their hooks and tolled their lines
But their catch is not done with its fight.
The wolf still lives…
Yea, hear the slow beating of his heart as, yes, it still beats
There within his power it watches for the time that is right.
They continue to cut down, deeper they go-his blood flowing redder
Somehow he lays still, calm.
His rage contained like a frozen sun set to rise any moment-
It sets itself on the ready, loose and steady for what will be.
The wolf still lives…
They hunted him well, used means less than honorable
Lies and deceit made them feel the stronger-yet, they remain weak.
The time spent was long, painful, degrading.
They cared not by what means they accomplished their deed.
Their acts shall now be punished!
Yes! Yes! The wolf still lives!
Even as now his flesh and bone die before them
He knows they shall NOT be sustained by their eating of his body
As he rises, rises above them to tower over their belittled selves
For triumphant he knows he shall be over them now
As knowledge of their actions abominates their lives down to nothing
And his righteous soul lights itself to the world as a victim, a restrainer of his rage,
A martyred, misunderstood gift…
The wolf still lives…
Forever now in humbled Glory.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
The wolf still lives...
Though the flint cuts through his flesh
Slicing its way down and across along its way.
The howls do NOT come, for he knows they are fools
Look how content they seem-how lulled they feel
As, even now, they lack the realization of his true strength
And how easily he could strike them ALL down
The wolf still lives…
Though they dig away at his skin and muscle
Yet they shall NEVER reach his soul.
He waits patiently, biding his time, eager to tear them down
Quietly he watches them without looking;
Remembering how they had made their plans and gone on their hunt.
They had set their traps, sunk their hooks and tolled their lines
But their catch is not done with its fight.
The wolf still lives…
Yea, hear the slow beating of his heart as, yes, it still beats
There within his power it watches for the time that is right.
They continue to cut down, deeper they go-his blood flowing redder
Somehow he lays still, calm.
His rage contained like a frozen sun set to rise any moment-
It sets itself on the ready, loose and steady for what will be.
The wolf still lives…
They hunted him well, used means less than honorable
Lies and deceit made them feel the stronger-yet, they remain weak.
The time spent was long, painful, degrading.
They cared not by what means they accomplished their deed.
Their acts shall now be punished!
Yes! Yes! The wolf still lives!
Even as now his flesh and bone die before them
He knows they shall NOT be sustained by their eating of his body
As he rises, rises above them to tower over their belittled selves
For triumphant he knows he shall be over them now
As knowledge of their actions abominates their lives down to nothing
And his righteous soul lights itself to the world as a victim, a restrainer of his rage,
A martyred, misunderstood gift…
The wolf still lives…
Forever now in humbled Glory.
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