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Heres my poem.


The Fight

A deep breathing sound arose from the forest.
The snow is slushed by feet of the wolf.
A chomping sound in the distance.
A tongue races over fangs.
More slushing, more chomping.
The wolf lows itself, the deer continues chomping.
The stillness breaks.
The wolf leaping through the air, the deer kicking wildly, the snow flying.
Jaws strong as steel clip together, hooves like iron slap the air.
Jaws are muted by flesh, hooves are muted by flesh.
The wolf gasps, the deer gasps.
Jaws cling harder, hooves press harder.
The snow is slushed by feet of the wolf, the snow is slushed by feet of the deer.
The wolf almost falls, the deer almost falls.
But both are fighters, and stay up.
The wolf twists hard, the deer slaps hard.
But the hoof slaps air, the wolf is out of the way.
The wolf twists harder and harder, the hoof has nothing to slap but air and snow.
The wolf barely stands up, the deer barely stands up. But both are fighters, so they stay up.
The wolf twists as hard as he can, the deer slaps as hard as he can, but the hoof slaps nothing.
Finally, the wolf felt like falling, the deer felt like falling, but the fighters stood.
The wolf gave one last twist hoping the deer would fall. The deer fell.
But the wolf's work was not over yet.
He struggled to give one last twist hoping the deer would die. It did.
The wolf howled in triumph.
The wolf fell. From exhaustion and injured ribs.
The wolf would live to see another day. But the deer wouldn't.

I love the end of that poem, BlackShimmer! It's hilarious!

-A wierd little funny-ish poem...-ish...-lol

I hear a sound,
I turn around

I see a sight,
Two wolf cubs fight!

I smell a scent,
A skunky stench!

I feel a feeling,
A banana peeling!


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hehe ya.... i didnt intentionally do it....lol

~HOme.~

As i search for my lost pack,
I think back to why i left.
The days passed so quickly,
but not one gos by without a thought of you.

My mother, my pack,
My family, what will you do?
When i search under fallen logs,
I fee hot tears under my eyes.

I smell fresh sents,
Only to follow again.
I sigh an continue on,
I wonder why i left....

I hear a strong howl of prayer,
I reconize your voice.
I am finally home!
You open yourselves to my again!

I Am home!!!

~Wolf Cuz LUna~

Astrology Board Of The Sacred Moons


A board spins fast to slow
12 months the board will spin around
1 month will be chosen
To be destend to shine the full moonlite of the sacred moon chosen

The path is not clear
The path is long
Across the moon thy one shall walk
Past the fountian of silver spring
Through the forest of the moonlite dreams

To the month chosen
The moon will shine
The moon will ingrave the symble on that month
To the sign the astrology board of the sacred moon lands on

To each sign there is a vision
A vision clear as ice
A story
A legend
Will be born

The night at the moons awaken
Thy eye will see all
Everything around
Will gloaw and reflect thy moon shine back

Though time and space
The astrology board of the sacred moons
Will turn and turn
Change and change
The board will never fade
For the months will never end

Even if there is no life in the Galaxy
The months will change
The astrology baord of the sacred moons
Will bless thy months with a difrent moon crest each year
This is a never ending cycle
The cycle is called the moon cycle
The peace needed is the astrology board of the sacred moons.


Writin
By Ecliptica.

Bravo! Bravo! Awesome! *claps and makes a monkey sound* That is one of the best poems I've read!

Wolf's Song
The wolf howled echoing off the moon.
It sung with the birds and the cougars.
It sung echoing off the mountains.
I listened as the Wolf sung his song and joined in.

Thanks you for the complents^^

Church Or Hell


A church a place of god or sin
Ones soul cannot really tell
For sin has been commited
On this very floor that god is supossed to protect
Supossed to bless with the paint of happyness and faith

Along time ago the sin
The blood of the sacred one was spiled on this very floor
For all to see
Then marked with the stone of rest

As the Sacred one of the moon
The Sun
And of earth
The three sacred animals were victom to a false faith

There blood was spiled by the dagger of life
The first animal to fade to ash
Was the unicorn for it was the sacred animal of the earth
Next was the lion for it was the sacred animal of the sun
Finaly was the Wolf for it was the sacred animal of the moon

The dagger spiled there blood on the tarnished floor
The red cold hearted sin of the sacred animals fate
They fallowd the false faith
They fallowd god but they were turned to ash
Because of this faith that has been fake since the beginning of time

The sacred animals were nailed to crosses
There blood driped on the floor like rain
The little girl would dance in the rain of blood
She would sing the song of sin and eternal hell
Her black eyes and her evil expressions would drive the world insain

The cycle has been complete
The blood of the sacred animals
The sin commitited on the place of holy blessing
Were all the keys to open the gate to the demonic realm
A hell for all to feel and see

Hell arose this nice calm place
Now all that I see is hell all around me
Blood being spilt
Life being saceficed

All of this began
When a false faith was born
When the church with the holy cross
Was not really a chruch but the way to eternal hell

So now I ask is it Church or Hell?


Writin
By Ecliptica.


This poem is how I feel about churches, because of a reasson that I will not share because it will only mess and horrofy the minds of people, it will bring you into my world of a tarnished truth.

Holy crap... I never realized how dark this was.

It is kinda dark...but still awesome, nice Eclip.

Thanks I think^^........ Everytime I read it I get a bad feeling.. hmmmm...

this is something I wrote a while ago:
Where Were You



Where were you when I was in my darkest hour

Beaten, cut, scared, & always put down

But even when I was in the tallest tower

You were always there to get me down




After every battle, after every war

We would always stick together

Even if we were beaten & sore

So next time we meet remember this

That wherever we are we will never be missed




Cotton Grass-BP

No Fear
Have you ever looked death in the eye
Were hurt & saw people walk on by
Have you been alone with no body around
Or beaten hard & thrown to the ground

And if you have experienced things like this
You feel thankful to see the morning bliss
So whenever your down & feeling blue
Remember that good things will always happen to you

Cotton Grass.
-Some inspiration I got from Balto.