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The Pack
Ghostly
The flowing of velvet
Caught in the richest night breeze
Hidden amongst the shadows
We have come
To take away the light
Cut the ties
Caress the weak and frail,
“The few”
Feed on the rich and ignorant,
“The many”
Caught in the trap
Amongst the grip of the beast
With the eyes of God
And grin of Satan
I’ll carry your mind
To a world of
Pure delight
With every step
With every beat
You’ll let it go…
A whisper
Is all you need
Don’t fight it
It will devour what it needs
Bring those eyes to life
Broken free into a night that is unforgiving
Turned loose to ravage god’s gift
Like a pack of wolves
We’ll live forever
Tied together
To live behind the night
Under a of shade red
Hiding from the light
How interesting, the first poem I look at today, is about wolves. Loved it. The flow. The poignant descriptions. Very nicely done.
nice work
I like your poem a lot. It was dark and intense. IT is a very dramatic poem that is literal. Very beautiful.
Very intense, and very well written poem....the flow is magnificent, despite the dark mood and implications expressed..... I thoroughly enjoyed reading this one....
when I read the first word ghostly as I went on down to read your whole poem, I just felt spirits around, even if the words were different, the word ghostly caught me and I loved it.