Once was a fearsome creature, his eyes glowing yellowDon't be scared, he was a courageous fellow
The wolf had to howl about the things that he'd done
For the acts he'd committed has his heart feeling mellow
Wolf's things that he did were not in good fun
He was simply protecting lives of the ones that he loved
Of course he hated living like he was on the run
In the end, he hoped he'd go home to open-armed hugs
The wolf, lost in thought, lifted his head
And slashed very quickly, his fangs dripping red
He lifted his teeth again, finishing the thought
What's it matter in the end, if all we are is dead?
Day after day, this wolf knew what war brought
In the end, if this is ever over, can love still be sought?
Wolf races into battle, just as blood sprays the air
Through war, he whispers
"I'll see you one day, if I live, and you're still there..."
(Author's Note: This poem was about war, if you couldn't tell. Symbolically a man in war turns into a 'wolf' while on the battle field but it does not change his own personal beliefs, nor the internal tug that his family has on him.)
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