2 points of view, Girl ran away from home and finds a wolf |
I run swift as the breeze, Running from the life I once lived, Searching for a life amung the trees. I’ve heard the stories, But I must be brave, Even if the spirit of this place, Sends me to my grave. I watch her run. She thinks this life is easy, Maybe even fun. But this is my place, My place to be free. I must hunter her down, She can’t escape me. I hear it’s sound, The long, mournful howl, And I know I have been found. I know it hunts me, I must find a place to stay, So in the morning a can escape, And finally get away. She tries to hide. She does’t realize, Nothing is on her side. It will be easy, Done with a single bite, She won’t even scream, Won’t put up a fight. I see it now. It has traveled fast, Though I know not how. I stare into the eyes of the wolf, It’s hard to believe it’s here, It’s eyes pierce me, My body fills with fear. She is sick, I smell it on her. Her death should be quick. I show my fangs, I move in, But there’s a scent with the sickness... The scent of my kin. I feel something indside, A primal instinct, As if I could brush the wold aside. I take a step forward, It takes a step back. I know it can feel it, This desire to attack. How can this be? She’s not a hunter, Not like me. But this look in her eyes, It is not of man, Though she cannot hunt, Not as I can. I don’t hesitate to leap, As the instinct takes over, This is my life to keep. It drives me forward, I can’t keep still, I don’t think it realizes, I’m moving in for the kill. I can’t move fast enough. I never imagined this death, By a human who thinks she’s tough. With death comes peace, And so ends my reign, She is kind and quick, I feel no pain. My first kill, I will survive here, I have true will. They called me crazy, So I ran away, They said I was sick, But now i have a place to stay. |