Within the confines
Of tortured
souls
Ancient lies
Fester
Lies embraced
Wicked truths
Of old
School and jailhouse
Rumors
White lies forever
Weaved into
Dark fables
Deception
deceit
untruths
spat into eternity
Maliciously told
. . .the joker’s gold
laughs echoing
along the devil’s road home
The Lonely Wolf
The lonely wolf cries
When she is all alone
Howling at the moon
Her moans echo in the night sky
And she weeps
Again and
Again
Not knowing why
The moon never replies
She wishes
The cold and wicked wind would die
That without pain, she could survive
Still, the snow falls
She fights to stay alive
Hoping for a bright morning surprise
She howls, fearing her demise
The ghostly artic breath of old man winter
Is unrelenting
Still, she cries and moans
All alone
She’s lost the only family she’s ever known
Staring at the night sky
There’s nowhere to go
Lost in the moonlight
Now, she must find
home and fight to survive
As she forgot
No matter how loud she cries
In exile, her loneliness merely echoes in the skies
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