A game of DeathA Poem by Lola NadThis is a poem I made with the sole purpose of protest against a cruel and twisted version of an act called "game". I hope that with it, some people will realize and help to forbid it.
Howling to the moon in the middle of the night
A song, a lonely Cry. A matted fur, a battered eye. A song of Pain, of Fear, of Hate Tail hanging low, such Tiredness. Uneven traces in the snow Deep in the night she Cries alone. Shouts not so far, an acid smell Fear in her eye, she starts again. Nowhere to hide, no time to rest, Running away,leaving more traces. A trail of Blood, Red on the snow, More shouts behind, they're getting close. The forest ends, the moon still glows Fight for her Life, she can't no more. She-Wolf looks up, up at the sky Howling her song, the moon shines bright. Eyes full of Fear, they're getting close, Bringing with them, this acrid smell. A loud thunder, a Bullet flies A yelp of Pain, it found her side. As She-Wolf Cries, laugh fills the night More noise more Guns,more Blood flows out. Dead just for fun, Dead for a game,
High in the sky, the moon glows Red Shot by Hunter, She-Wolf Died in Vain. © 2016 Lola NadFeatured Review
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22 Reviews Added on January 25, 2016 Last Updated on January 29, 2016 AuthorLola NadAboutProudly presenting my first published novel! come an find it on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1543748945 more..Writing
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