I grunt and push,
I pull and slash.
I fight my way through,
With a mighty crash.
My swords flash,
A crimson burst,
A scarlet slash,
A violent roar.
I smile at the challenge before.
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.
