He wasn't her wolf
But he acted like he was
The charming imposter
He played his tricks too fine
She believed him
In all her foolishness
For how he could never lie ?
He was her mate
Little did she know
he was a part warlock
The lasting odyssey was a charade
A sorry state of affairs
She was lost and her wolf
Tried to mend what's left in despair
The ship she was sailing
Sank with her heart
Now seeing the truth
That he wasn't her wolf
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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.
