Brother Wolf, My Spirt Soars
Subliminal-the fear trickles down:
fills the heart
with trepidation.
Doubt is a double edged sword-
swinging back and forth
as a pendulum;
dark soul of mine,
can you remember
that which you
once was:
spirit running free
from man's influence
for greed and self-destruction.
Do not loose
that which gives
the uniqueness
to you and yours-
the wolves howl
and eyes unhindered
by guilt and damnation.
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