The Lone Wolf
Slowly tis moon surge-by
Two shades join in harmony
As the door sides creak
Allowin' the cold airs
To filter in calmly
Blind winds blow boldly
Dogs bark and whine
And the pines call
Fear knows not himself
Yet a dark cloak
Sweeps fast across the lane
Creepy and with leaps
Takes cover behind the shrubs
Blood-shot eyes of fury
Lips of dried amber drops
Teeth filed straight like the Sabre
Ears dropped to navigate
And the fur; painted half dark
Gross nose and a hot fume
When the dogs bark;
There is somethin' out there
Somethin' is walkin'
Takin' a lonely stroll
Castin' a scary shadow
Across those empty roads
Copyright © Okechukwu Iroegbu | Year Posted 2013
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