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Wednesday, January 31, 2007


   Here's a poem I wrote (wasbt high 4 this 1 haha)
Soul of Pride and Power
Those silver eyes, outlined with thick black, matched amonst the slivers of light grey fur around the ears.
Black and grey, like the midnight's illuminous ray, heavy and warm, able to withstand even the harshest winters.
Its claws as sharp as its fangs, viciously hard, lond enough to tear apart an elephant's flesh with ease.
A soul so cold, yet so warm, burning with the passions od fight and cooling in the relaxing evening's aururas.
So calm yet so proud, heeding the vices of wisdom, carrying the glorys and burdens of such power.
So beautiful, as it rides through the windy nights, its paws beating the dirt of the grounds and leaving the fine prints behind.
It still lives on, trapped within a human corpse, bounded by chains to the mind of a stranger.
Dark skin and long, thick dark hair, with the form of a woman with sharp teeth and nails but all the more mundane.
And her pride, still burning, yet the honor and power neer converted to demon's hate.
Her breathe so vicious, the ring of hate, she stares, promising a way out with strengh regained and power revived.
And she will someday, it will break free, hopefully to a corpse that serves as well as the original.
Its soul will modify it, the proud wolf'f title stands hard, as it glides on the airs in the cold alluminous nights...

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