Zephyr blasting,
the periphery of pelage curled by the roar,
the russet coat protects him,
aiding in his unwavering reserve.
The glow of crescent is half muffled by the chaos in the heavens.
Billows of pearl appear as fluid,
poured into the celestial scenery.
His polished obsidian eyes imitate the firmament,
searching.
His gaze burns through hoary.
Attention remains forward and hardened,
searching for vestige.
Stillness encompasses the flurries.
They are unable to infiltrate his searing stare.
Sinister timber surrounds,
dressed in a icing of ivory.
He is a stain in this black and white display,
a spectacle of the setting.
Condensation covers his muzzle in a veil,
but there is no mystery that surrounds this great beast,
he longs for the throng of his lupine blood.
The scarlet titan of the north displays his constraint.
His track trailing is solitary,
his path ahead, unwritten.
About the Creator
Tommy Boy
I took my first english class this past summer and found that I enjoy writing.
Give me something to write about and I can make it interesting/fun.
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