He came, in a search for tomorrow
That no one had seen
A vision so blinding
That he couldn't heed
He was a warrior
Holding the leash of the Fenrir
And running in the wild
Darkness was his home
A safe haven
Where all his demons reside
A chaos of emotions
He hides a storm inside
A frisky wolf he is
But when the sun go down
His aura defines
A sinner in melancholy
A desire which isn't holy
He holds everything in his Reigns
Like nothing goes in vain
A catastrophic mystery
Of his own doom
Little did he know
His walls will break
And the destruction will be severe
But it won't be too soon
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Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
