The Wolf’s Lair pt 6 – a poem series

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In the trees I saw it first, twisted arms

Of branches reaching to stark slope tops

Of mountain peaks looking barer than the years

Should allow for, a sickness spread too well

Far.

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In the scents of the rotted soil, mulchy

And so far gone as to transcend mould, wet

Squelch underfoot with a miasmic stink,

The hunger from the marshland around

Palpable.

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They follow, the wolves of heavy fur, solid

Muscles bunched under those thick layers,

Myself a new dream walking in their midst,

Their smells wholesome in this place; so

Terror laden.

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I am but a man, a man of mortality, yet mayhap

That shall be enough, whence this dank forest

Has seen me and mine attempt change, long

After the bitterness has rampaged, revenge

Pointless.

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Attempting to seek vengeance for wrongs committed

All those centuries ago…is pointless, a parody

Of what anyone could want, for evil begets evil,

The wheel of fate turning for the same, and I

Would rather play the game.

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