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Black Wolf is no pale sheep He hunts on his own and chooses who he meets He has no family nor friends to share They nurtured him and turned death at Frozen Lake The ice was too thin for it not to brake Black Wolf stands out He has no control of how it come out Not because he has the gift of the growl Or the raunchy moan of an infamous howl Black Wolf against the snow white sharp he is A brilliant beacon marauding over mountain caps Any lady or foe knows no way to know How or why he became so black against the snow Black Wolf respects the old The tender the wise But spots the fool and the teenager trying ever so hard to be cool Black Wolf has no pack He's not one for looking back He seeks no attention But knows where he came from A wolf mother wise and tender Black Wolf died in his sleep In a blizzard that berried him ten feet deep No funeral was felt nor body skinned for pelt Just the drift of the snow As his body let him go And the call from afar said "come, its time for you to go"
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Black Wolf
Black Wolf is no pale sheep He hunts on his own and chooses who he meets He has no family nor friends to share They nurtured him and turned death at Frozen Lake The ice was too thin for it not to brake Black Wolf stands out He has no control of how it come out Not because he has the gift of the growl Or the raunchy moan of an infamous howl Black Wolf against the snow white sharp he is A brilliant beacon marauding over mountain caps Any lady or foe knows no way to know How or why he became so black against the snow Black Wolf respects the old The tender the wise But spots the fool and the teenager trying ever so hard to be cool Black Wolf has no pack He's not one for looking back He seeks no attention But knows where he came from A wolf mother wise and tender Black Wolf died in his sleep In a blizzard that berried him ten feet deep No funeral was felt nor body skinned for pelt Just the drift of the snow As his body let him go And the call from afar said "come, its time for you to go"
oscar-prince
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
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