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In The Dark
She wondered with no light to gide her way.
Fumbling and falling along the way.
Her knees are scraped and bleeding.
Her palms and knuckles throbing from the climb.
When they left her behind to die.
She at one point may have died.
The innocents with in at least did.
Leaving a hungry thing that seemed to quake and qiver in fear.
But the wolves found her in the dark her wimpers and cries pulling with in there heart.
And they laid with her till she healed
Keeping her warm and showing her a better part of the dark.
Now she roams where she wants.
Part of the pack never to look back.
And her enemies do not understand.
Only there blood and own meeting of the dark will she stop and not hunt them down like one of those hounds from there hell.
Cause only a Goddesses in the dark is coming for there hearts.

© Letitia Adams