Behind smothering thick smoke,
Revealed in the gap of a gradual diminish,
Is a wolf staring out in waiting.
Decimated lands and houses burnt to crisp,
Nightmare still heard throughout
Of the screams that reverberate across the hills of massacre.
The lone wolf, like the lonely witness in the wake of tragedy
Stands before the smoke in clearing,
Shooting pains out of its wounds,
Tall on its paws and foot.
The power of the wolf’s will allows it to live like it demands
As though the wolf had a fire that fought fire.
When news broke that the town was set ablaze mowed down to a still,
They did not know that behind the smoke
Was the one wolf who saw and knew the malice,
Like a dearest friend behind the wheel.
- Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities.