Rogue Wolf's blog: "Poetry by RW"

I tread the darkness within the night,
staying away from the cold moons light.
I am an outcast within the human race,
finding myself in a world out of place.

I hunt these woods alone and cold,
a creature made from an animal mold.
Was it my fault that I was born this way?
Why is it that I am the one to have to pay?

My eyes light up as I hear them cry,
“Lets hunt the demon and make it fry!”
I smell their fear upon the chilly wind.
It wasn’t me who was the one that sinned.

I move now towards them without a fright,
Its time I end this now and make things right.
A shot rings out and I feel the surge of pain,
the skies begin to darken and soon does it rain.

I continue my rush towards that group of foes,
howling out in torment from all of my woes.
My blood splatters now another shot has rang out,
but yet I continue my path is laid out.

I hear their hearts beating a pace within my own,
wondering if I deserved this pain that I’ve sown.
Another loud sound and my steps begin to slow,
I’m guessing now is the time for the show.

I fall forward landing hard upon the ground.
breathing heavily without a single sound.
Their torches are glowing like beacons for me,
soon they will fall upon my body with spirit free.

I close my eyes feeling my body going numb,
I wish their eyes would open instead of remaining dumb.
My breathing grows slower as the minutes pass,
the enemies draw around me now in mass.

They talk of me as though I am the devil,
but I promise them silently I am no evil.
Another flash and it all draws to a closure,
I wish I could have felt love before my life was… over.