Wolf
A howl in the night
that sends chills down my spine.
What is out there?
It creeps through the night.
As a twig breaks
The fear grows stronger.
What it is
I do not know.
It stands on two legs in the day
And four at night.
Is it a dog?
Is it a human?
Does it fear the humans?
Or does it know that we fear it?
It is not a human
Or a Dog
A Creature.
A Child of the Moon.
The Truth we shall never know.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Wolf | 0 | 11/04/2010 |
| Fear | 0 | 11/04/2010 |
| Can You Spell Love | 0 | 11/04/2010 |
| Night | 0 | 11/04/2010 |
| My Name Doesn't Matter | 0 | 11/04/2010 |
| The voices in my head | 1 | 04/11/2009 |
| A Dream? Or Reality? | 0 | 04/11/2009 |
| As the Bullets Fly | 0 | 04/11/2009 |
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