July 19, 2012 § Leave a comment

Oh the wolves.

How they wait.
For what I cannot be sure.
What else could it be,
but for blood.
Huddled, I’ll find refuge by the fire side.
They cannot touch me here.
They cannot.
If worst comes to worst, I will face them.
All of them.
I will make them work for their feast.
I will.
They are circling now, around the ring of light.
I have ran out of wood, all I have is faith.
I’m still here.


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