Some say they beast,
Ones that we must fear,
But is that the truth?
Have you faced the east,
And tracked the footsteps
Of this 'beast'? Have you
Walked his path through life?
Have you stood before his pack,
And called them brothers?
Have you sung his sorry song,
That mournful tune?
Have you lived, on the edge,
Waiting. Fearful. That your
Time is nigh?
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.