So many seasons have changed;
but one thing has remained the same
I'm a lone wolf,
destined to rule over my terrain--
just me,
one with my name.
Forever in a second,
howling at the moon
doing as I see fit--
even if its nothing but ****
Let me be,
run free
for I cannot be contained,
or have love strained.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
So many seasons have changed;
but one thing has remained the same
I'm a lone wolf,
destined to rule over my terrain--
just me,
one with my name.
Forever in a second,
howling at the moon
doing as I see fit--
even if its nothing but ****
Let me be,
run free
for I cannot be contained,
or have love strained.
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