Can you stand before
The pack, and tell the sorry story?
Can you speak the truth,
And tell, the world who you are?
'For you realize, I scream
In silence, 'mongst the shattered glass,
For the horrors you commited,
In times not far past.
If not, then I tell you, your future
Is not long, and your punishment won't be fast.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
