Wolves lurking through the trees,
hunting, surviving in the cold breeze.
Monsters hiding beneath the ground,
killing and slaughtering everyone around.
He who searches the sky,
will find the stars amplify.
Witches, wizards, elves, and dwarves,
they all fight for something that isn't yours.
Wealthy or poor they are all the same,
dying and living is just a game.
Do not be fooled by the allure,
it can trick you into thinking obscure.
Comment and tell me what you think.
Inspired by the Witcher 3 Lullaby of Woe.
Please, if you have a better name title for this poetry, tell me.
