Blade of bloodied cold steel,
Like fish swimming circles in the pond;
The mindset thoughts call of evil and bad,
Harming thoughts that throb; lack of desire to feel.

Alpha status illusions cause blind pride,
Vancancy within mind, unwilled possession take hold;
The scared, hurt dog with feeling soul-fried,
Attacked while already down, bleeding and whimpering, waiting weakly for that final cold.

After ambush, dark path of droplet blood,
Fighting for love; a tear rolls down, wolf collapses;
Fluttering eyes beg for darkness hold,
Stumbling, blurring vision, light grows more dim;
Shaking legs tremble in scars, head held with bold.

Only a few hits away...
Only a few more steps...
Fight...
Love...

An echoing howl pierce the skies, the last breath exclaim;
Blood pools and gathers, soon the barrel comes to the eyes of this beast, and blame;
Eyes shut slowly, acceptance finally in viewing mind;
Single gunshot echoes the forest, a misty breathe all that remains behind relieved, but still-cold eyes, troubles finally unable to find.

Spirit wolf howls; human body transfer lay trapped.
Relief runs with the pack; spirits taking the skies in sorrowful but fulfilling freedom.



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