The grey Dire wolf
circles the campsite
with eager appeal.
Flickering fire
dances high in the
frosty air with orange zeal.
Roasted trout
sizzle with an exploding
display of enticement.
The Dire wolf eyes the
seared flesh with single minded
desire, flooding his senses with hungry eyes.
The wolfen ghost steps
over sleeping pilgrims,
and heads off with hot delight.
Paws trample through snow pack,
heading towards his wooded home
in the Spruce Forest.
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Game of Thrones Poems
PoetryPoems, prophecies, visions and songs from either I created, fans create or I find from the book/tv show. I hope you enjoy reading them Links - https://allpoetry.com/contest/2682117-Game-of-Thrones-
