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Created on: September 10, 2008
The Wolf Within Me
(Lupus)
A decade ago I met the wolf
He harmed me in the cruelest way
He clutched to my body in a forceful way.
He poisoned my blood and my soul.
He defeated me with his powerful tool.
He threw and drove me to his dark hole.
Me, a tender innocent soul.
Before he devoured me, a mighty light shone down on me.
Delivering a magic spell to me.
It fuelled me with strength and power.
Faith, Hope, Courage, Love, and Passion for Life;
the secret essence supplied to me.
The best substance to defeat such cruel being
Cheerful victory conquered by me.
Disguised as a butterfly
I saw him fly away from me.
Big scars stayed within me
Now and then haunted me
II
He Is Back! Once more
He gets me by surprise.
He wants to get a fine prey for his appease.
He clings to my body possessing it without a please.
He pushes me again to his dark hole.
The wolf wants to catch the butterfly
That is not with me, not yet though
Me, scarred by the wounds of the past
He tries to get me through my hands,
I give him my strength instead.
He tries to get me through my arms
an embrace is offered instead.
He strives at my feet
I show him the best beat
He aims at my knees
I show him my best speed.
A forceful power is within me
To conquer the desires of a lost spirit
Play catch has been over ruled
I create the rules that I want and should
This smart and strong beast shall not get to me.
"Dear Mr. Wolf when it comes to my life, I'M A WILD FEROCIOUS WARRIOR."
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