I wrote this sometime last year. I just now found it when I was cleaning out my closet. ' I'm such a pack rat.
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In a world of death and destruction
Where shadows reign supreme
Flowers in a sunny meadow
Is nothing but a dream.
Journeying to Paradise
Hidden from human eye
The wolves of apocalypse
Travel under open sky.
We are wolven warriors
Known without a name
The world will be reborn
Under the Wolf's Rain.
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I know 'wolven' isn't a word but just ignore my bad grammar ok. Still it's not bad for my first poem right? Most likely my last too, I'm not good at this stuff.