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Intro to (name in progress)Alone and cold she dragged herself through the snow, her once beautiful white fur now stained crimson with blood. Snow flurried around her face bringing tears to her eyes. The sweet freedom she had sought only hours before seemed bitter and sour. The distant tree line was her only salvation. Pain exploded throughout her body in small intervals, but the pain in her heart was overpowering. She had to keep going. The screams of her dieing friend still echoed through her mind. Her brain screamed to stop but her heart willed her on. Her paws left small craters in the soft snow only to be filled again. This was good, if there was anyone following her it would become very difficult.
As the trees grew closer the pain between her shoulders amplified, soon she was blinded with pain. No longer able to hold, her legs gave out beneath her. She lay crumpled beneath a large snow covered tree. Echoes of the forests life faltered and stopped to listen to the fallen wolf. Almost, she was so c
Long live the deadThe world it spins, goes round and round while lying still, the heads they rest
But little still the world goes round, not felling sorrow for the ones not found.
People cry and children weep, flocking around like packs of sheep,
To mourn the person shrouded in dark, in the casket, under the cloth.
He was wise, he was bold, but death still came, he is now cold,
To feed the earth, which bore all things, and still spins now, it never weeps.
The children know, but never will, sing the songs of greater will,
But he was bold and a writer of such, who feared the night and God's ill touch.
Even now, six feet in debt, his words are read, his stories sought,
While the world is happy with its rounds and the sky bleeds down to seek the ground.
The child now sleeps, book in hand, dreaming now, his head well fed,
Which plants the seeds that spawn creation, goodbyes are forever, long live the dead?
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