Red Wolf's Solitude
Cordelia Cross
Jan 9, 2024 09:22
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In shadows deep, where darkness weaves,
A red and black wolf demon grieves.
With horns that pierce the ebony night,
And wings that spread, blocking the moon's soft light.
Isolation wraps its chilling cloak,
Around his heart, like chains that broke.
In seclusion, he finds his somber lair,
A realm of silence, his burden to bear.
Through twisted trees and whispers cold,
He stalks the night, his secrets unfold.
A creature of solitude, he roams,
In the haunting quiet, he calls his home.
Red eyes ablaze with torment's flame,
A soul estranged, a heart to blame.
Hunger for solace, a craving wild,
He yearns to be free, like a lost, lone child.
Yet, the world outside is a fearsome maze,
Full of echoes and malicious gaze.
Interactions leave scars upon his core,
Aching wounds that bleed evermore.
He spreads his wings, the hunt begins,
A dance with shadows, a game of sins.
In the moonlit darkness, he finds release,
From the heavy burden, a moment of peace.
But when the hunt is done, he retreats,
Back to his haven, where silence beats.
For in seclusion, his soul takes flight,
Away from the pain, into the blackest night.
A red and black wolf demon, scorned,
In solitude, his heart is adorned.
He longs for solace, a quiet embrace,
A sanctuary from the world's cruel face.
