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The light is dim, Mother Luna hiding behind a curtain
Low light bothers me none, but the other has trouble
Loud crashing through underbrush, allows prime tracking
I follow, silent on my paws

A moving shadow, slow breathing
A blundering fool, loud panting
A smokey wolf stalks in stealth
To stand right by the man

In a loud snarl, freezing the prey
Shoulders slumping, head hanging
Knowing it is too late to unsheathe the sword

I nudge his backside with my broad head
Make it a challenge, I plead
Giving up is too simple, Southpaw quick slashes
DRAW YOUR BLADE, I plead

It will not be so simple as turning around
Claiming defeat, draw your blade....

The air is crisp, freezing and aches the old injuries
Yet I stand noble and full of pride

My jaw quivering from anger, not the the icy air
The breathes escaping, freezing as it kisses the lips goodbye
Nipping at the man's ankles and prowling in an orbit

I plead with you, bag of rotten worms
Do something worthwhile, instead of being a yammering statue
I plead for the sake of your father, for all the sake of your bloodline
MAKE ME BLEED!