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Inspired by Part 8 of Michael Coy's 'Artemisia' series.
In the End Love Wins
In cold December snow I sniff the air
My nose raised high, my paws ready to run
The Pack nervously pacing, I sense their
Fidgety eager fury, I feel none
We neared the border days ago, to hunt
The ones who hunted us so long ago
To make them face our anger, to confront
All of them, before we deal the blow
We are with eight, once small and grey as mice
Our fur a razzled coat of tatters, fringed
Now proud and strong, not wild, but free and wise
With white mane, sane and healthy, not unhinged
They thought themselves invincible too long
Their attitude so carefree as a child's
But soon they'll hear the howling of our song
Unleashed revenge, uncivilized and wild
Too long we were repressed, in cages small
Our spirit almost broken, but we fled
Our spirit lives, unbroken, we stand tall
We live again, our future lies ahead
Tonight we will reclaim what once was ours
The time is here, it's not about revenge
But justice, we're counting down the hours
The outcome a relief, 't will be immense
No matter where they run we'll find their trail
And in the end love wins, their hate will fail
***
March 14, 2017
Copyright ©Darren White
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