The Lone Wolf's Road 2

My friend Leonardo with such a great heart,

never had known his life's principle part.

He learned by himself how to quickly dart,

as always he was a lone learner but although so smart.

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An only accomplisher was his art,

a rise with a thought in a day's early start.

''What shall bestow upon me from my solitude,

seperated from them by mind in great magnitude.''

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He was farly forlorn,

with a faith not yet torn.

Emptyness himself shall he adorne,

in eyes crystal shinning with mourn.

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''My spirit is high,

oh but how lonesome I'll try.

Those others cause hate,

but safely away I am great.

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My few companions see me and had,

somewhat grieved in me to one day be glad.

Alas I run happy with a spirit,

though fields and forests, I do enjoy it.

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I see I love nature, who doesn't speak,

one who wont grow of me oddly meek.

One who sees me beautifully unique,

by springs and mountains nature I'll seek.

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The one who shall never inflict me with word,

unlike lie-drunken things from a cowardly bird.

I ate every bird that caused me demise,

even the wolf, of its evils, failed to realize.

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Now my snout is bloodied with a creature's pain,

an anguished act, over my furr, that was the bloody stain.

I lay frightened and weeping with a strain,

of what I regret, my life I will chain.''

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Mindlessly he had ripped with jaws,

in the throat with a deathly cause.

He weeped when he saw his bloody coat,

tainted by the blood of the wolf's furr throat.

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He knew he had taken another wolf's life,

slaughtered him like a vicious red knife.

''Oh how my muzzles are tainted in red,

and how lifeless is my fellow wolf's head.

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His eyes are so pale and blind,

his beating, I could not find.''

Leonardo figured his heart was dead,

the others had come for the flesh and fed.

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Into the forest he fled,

eyes gleaming tears with dread.

To bare the lost innocent self,

this is how Leonardo came to distrust himself.

The End

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