i. some days I am more wolf than woman and it’s hard to hide my fangs. I’ll hiss and snarl and spit the blood of those who trespass against my land.
ii. some days I am more wolf than woman and it’s not that hard to understand. I cannot be tamed or caged or chained, I am the alpha of the pack.
iii. some days I am more wolf than woman and there is no strength I lack, but hiding and camouflaging with the sheep does not make my fur more black.
iv. most days I am more wolf than woman, and you’ll find me bathe underneath the moonlight. in the slightest of mannerisms you’ll discover, it’s not that easy for me to hide. hunting and guarding and marking until the weary day turns to night. in the way, that I tread the land these claws covered by a pretty coat and smiling- hah, no that’s the predator baring her fangs to show you how it’ll dig into your throat.
Leaves crunched, he ripped through the wind His fur gleaming bright, Anger, fury, wrath, danced in his eyes But deep down he blushed His Cinderella watched him with warm smiles She was finally in love, with this wild night creature
What just happened? Why does the mighty being look so small today? Why are your usual bright eyes now shedding tears? So many eyes deem you ferocious But who among them could see your heart of butter? You who once lead a pack Who put your life on the line for every hunt Who showed the way for the young ones to walk Who once believed all the pack members to be your own Is now roaming all alone. The sun lost his brilliance out of sorrow And the winds bore your tears And the clouds brought rain to hide your heartbreak. O, great wolf, can’t you see? The world is wailing after your throes But it is also wishing you to overcome the tribulation For who else can if even you can’t conquer your heart? O, mighty wolf, you may be alone But you still have the heart of an alpha So please keep moving forward And prove all ill-wishers wrong.