Royalty
Pristine the canvas displayed before all
Begging color and stroke, a master's mind
Brush kisses pallete, intentions will fall
Pulse soars, paint flies, never leaves her behind
Lifetimes he progressed, alone and some not
Longing and barking for a soul his kin
Hunting and seeking, heartsick, for his lot
Familiar she is, something sharpend within
Teeth gnashing and gnarl grasping at his skin
A wild reunion, fangs gift, blood running
Embracing carnage and in love again
Hunter's moon, super, alive and howling
Never again part their fierce wilding ways
On mountains they rule in most just of days
Copyright © Doug Parker | Year Posted 2024
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