Wolves don't play for keeps, they play for kills.
It is I who signed the contract,
A pledge of service
I ended my loyalty to my pack
I traded my royal fur for a pelt of fleas and mange,
Soaked with blood and ridden with scars.
A once noble leader heeded to the feet of men
My once padded paws were now too raw to scab over,
My prideful fangs now chipped and cracked
Tail between my legs
My ribs showing their attachment
My ears cut off
To show a dog of war
My head once held highest above them all
Now hung low in defeat
I had to watch cautiously,
They could lash out at anytime
Raking their daggers in my side
I was once a proud wolf
But I vowed my favor
Not knowing my eyes
Would lose their gold
And my soul
It’s value
That of royalty
Now bowed
To mortals
My pride
and pity
Was my
**Downfall
If you ask me now,
I'll tell you it was worth it.
© Copywrite Lycan
