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

↚ I speak to you ↛
of
⥉ copper coins above ⥉
and
⬺ fish bones ⤕
⥏Tell me the difference⥑
between
⥊ lore ⥋
and
↫ lust ↬
⤲ Isn’t the truth ⤲
altered in both?

*Don't leave.

.
Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite,Ͽ
>< >< ><
Chinking at your heartstrings,
can you hear
it
շfreezing?շ

>< >< ><

A blush to
your snowy skin
and so you
stop
⇷breathing⇸

>< >< ><

A eyelash brushes away
a century,
a blink knocks out
two more.

>< >< ><

Fetching back a inked paw,
hear me rapping (oh so knocking)
on
your
selladore?  (cellar door.)

>< >< ><

Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite Ͽ
brush the stars from your hair.

Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite Ͽ
Words and blotches are unfair.

But then again,
scatter your inkheart, dragon boy.
.

Ѫ Can Ѫ
Ꙋou
Ⴔ Wake Ⴔ
The
Փ Sleeping Wolf? Փ
<><><>
Θ Gravity Θ
( Centered )
ϴ Stars ϴ
\/ Aligned \/
<><><>
You are
ж My sense ж
⧭⧬ Of Conception ⧬⧭
<><><>
Ͼ  Lovers of moonlight Ͽ
շ In A Reign շ
Ӿ Of Cedar Ӿ
.::.Towers.::.
<><><>
||||| Shake |||||
Oh
||||||||| Shake |||||||||  
● Nail ●
Me
⥀ To the ⥁
_Floor_
<><><>
In the
փ Book of the Lion փ
It's
⇷Raining⇸
Ψ Violence Ψ

A broken clock
With stuttering tocks
A twisted hand to fear
Grid-lock gears to hear
The pendulum
Still swings in sync with my heart

*Silver is just a title

Silver tongues are with more than rotten bones
My mind decays in golden lapses
Render me tense moments of comfort
This wood creaks from my weight
Carry your shoulders to the stroke of midnight
Bring the North Star to the intended shores of fortune
Gold coins lay in wait
Black sand holding gems
Stilling the night in its faces
Ah,
But a poet's tongue
Is worth more
Than dragon hoards
And a Wolf's
**Parade