Death Of A Wolf

KingAhura Werewolf

My eyes darken

My life hangs by a thread that will be cut by death

I look towards the heavenly skies

The Northern Lights ripple through the wintery sky like lights from a city

reflecting in the waves of some ocean

The life liquid oozes from my body as it stains the snow red

My strength wanes from my body

I feel cold my heart beat slows to a slow pitter patter

I feel deaths icy grip close around my throat squeezing off life giving air

I exhale the world becomes fuzzy and fades

My soul is released from it's mortal shell

I have become another victim of the two leggers just another statistic on

their charts