wolf in my eyesMature

But the wolf as she was, will never leave me...!!! I can still feel her breath dash upon my eyes like waves upon the setting sun, melting into the mild-wild hues of the horizon sky... The confusions of life are bright But the wolf in me howls before every fight Preparing me for a harmless flight, just beyond the twilight Of terrors, half asleep in the divine lap Of my sainthood night.... THE END
The End

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