Wolf Face
you reveal to me
wildness
refusing capture
and a Gift I receive over and over
upon viewing your eyes that seek and look inside
another deeper world
unlike man, pursuing Death for hunger's Sake only
not for sport of watching life ooze away one's last remains of breath
what secrets do you hold inside but we rarely listen
what lament do you cry because we've too often refused to believe
the beauty within your spirit lies like ghosts
between our hearts
there's a place inside of me
that would gladly die a thousand deaths
if it meant I could bring just one slaughtered Wolf
back to Life
the beauty within your spirit lies like ghosts
between our hearts
how ironic - it was the places inside of you
that lived a thousand lives
just to save One Man
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