Waya Sado
As I run through the bristles of the trees
The pain gets worse as I collapse on my knees
Growing fur and fangs
I hear rattling chains
The hunt has begun
I'm still not sure if I have won
Something is near I have to get down
Pouncing silent I tackle him to ground
I speak to him the last words he will know
I am Waya Sado, the Wolf Shadow...
Copyright © Robert Sebastian | Year Posted 2009
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