Thread: A Wolf's Last Cry

A wolf’s last Cry


Deep in the forest what do you see?
I see wolf standing close to his family.
You hear the howl as the pack beings to move
For in each wolf the spirit moves.

They strike fear in hearts of their prey
Watch as each wolf makes his way.
The race is on to kill and survive
The prey’s soul leaves never to be revived.

As they gather around and begin to eat
One wolf drops as he is becoming weak.
For in this hunt a fatal blow
As leaves rustle around and the wind howls low.

As the wolves look around they begin to morn.
For the leader of the pack soul has been torn.
His paws are blood stained, weary and worn
Like the flesh being ripped by a thorn.

Away from the body his soul must flee
Into a place of darkness and eternal rivalry.
As each wolf steps up and howls resound
Within each heart a new vengeance is found.

So begins a new hunt with the new leader found
Never forgetting the pain that was found
For when the old leader fell and new one stepped in
A new hunt for vengeance soon began.


Not one of my better poems. Please give honest comments on how I could improve this one!