Angela Roark Poet I do not know?

Wolf Within

Under the blood moon sky
The urgency to release the wolf from within
Shredded skin lying on the foliage
Bones expanding to animal metamorphosis state
A heightened sense of smell intensifies
The blood lust is irresistible with every heartbeat
Then a deep, long howl into the darkness.

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Anton Smith September 13, 2015 at 4:21 PM Facebook page - Gothic - Literature, poems, art and more. :) many thanks!

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Anton Smith September 13, 2015 at 7:14 AM Really strong imagery, I love this piece of work. Really great job well done! Would you care to look at my friends Facebook page that might be of interest: https://www.facebook.com/Raven3.gothic?ref=tn_tnmn Many thanks! Angela Roark September 13, 2015 at 3:59 PM thank you. could u tell me the page on facebook.

Team Poetrysoup March 19, 2015 at 7:53 AM We all have it... Angela Roark March 19, 2015 at 12:42 PM yes we do. some most than others Team poetrysoup. that is why my elders in my native tribe named me White Wolf Watches.