Poem #96

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After all the talking, after all the venting
After speaking my heart pouring it all out to you,I realised that maybe you never wanted to hear, but you had to because that's the least you could do ...is to listen.

In the free time when you have nothing to do
Or to get a quick break, from the grey disdain
So I wait for the night and the dawn to arrive

To take away my misery
Whilst the thunder roars and the wolf howls
Repeating the prophecy of an unknown witch
When the sky will fall, the mates will unite
Under the dark clouds no stars in sight

And you appear, paws hitting the ground
Like you want it to it know who's walking on it
The pack behold, an alpha they had never seen
Matted fur with blood and the scars that will never heal

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