Running With Wolves
Running thru the night,
Running from the fright,
Wolves at my heel,
The danger is real.
Howling in my ear,
Death must be near,
Thorns tear at my skin,
Get up and run again.
Looking into the pool,
Reality can be so cruel,
Shocking sight to see,
A wolf staring back at me.
The moon is calling,
The pack is howling,
The smell of blood in the night,
Running from the fright.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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