Sated, Never
The bite of a Howler
No will No cure
With canine teeth Deep
Into sanguine rivers Now ever pure
The dogs of war loosed
Incensed by that smell
An upwell as fleeting
The barons of such hell
Copyright © David Archuletta | Year Posted 2007
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