A she-wolf,
A raven watching from afar,
A phantom sister, always there.
The wolf watches,
ever vigilant over her pack.
The protector and supporter,
both connected by love for the she-wolf.
Her mind,
not her own.
Her emotions,
difficult to control,
but she will not hurt her pack.
Seen as Good,
a dark soul resides.
Demons carrass her gleaming fur,
Angels hold her head up,
fighting to help her control
what little there is left for pride.
She fights to take over as Alpha,
try as she might to get stronger,
teeth at her throat cancel the challanges.
Feral growls disprove of her pack,
but never to be heard by any but her.
Daylight brings strong spirited eyes,
Night brings her bleeding heart,
her quiet cries,
the whispers of Damnation.
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Poems of the (not-so) Heartless
PoetryOriginal poems by a girl torn apart by other people and herself just trying to survive in this thing we call Society.
