Ruination of the Wolf

The Hunter gazes thru tainted pane
Within the dim, dying light
A creature vile, grotesque
Furred nape to nethers drenched in crimson

Door broken, swinging in the wind
Access granted to this dismal room
Quest self imposed
Searching for his baneful foe

The creature found
Breath guttural and coarse
Away in dreams making its course
To a land, nonexistent, its own domain

A weapon found dull, rusted
The beast unsuspecting slumbering
Creeping, no sound made
Aim holding true, a slash of crimson made

Elfin figure cloaked in red, drenched in crimson
Emerging from within
The Beast's blood coating like phoenix's ash

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