The Lone Wolf:

Now i've Been Trying To Develop A Style For Ages. i've Failed Miserably Most Of The Time But i Think i Did Good This Time. Temme What You Think.


He moves with grace,
With speed,
With strength.

With Life,
Within,
His Stifled Breath.

With Hunger,
In His Eyes,
He Dies.

To Know,
The Path,
That He Takes.

That Leads Him,
To,
His Startled Goal.

He Looks Around,
His Pack,
They Pounce.

A Feast Occurs,
They Howl,
They’re Free.

The Wolf,
He Ruled,
He Died In Glee.


I Call The Style(Hopefully No One's Done This Before) "Pause 'N' Play"

T.F.M