Visions plague me in the night
Some may call it foresight
I tell myself they’re only dreams
But that isn’t always true it seems
They warn me of a coming fight
That I’ll need to muster all my mite
If I ever want to win against fiends
Who twist lies into truths to reach their means
The wolf is coming
Of this I’m sure
The wolf is coming
He’ll be at my door
Huffing and puffing and howling no doubt
Until the very moment I decide to come out
And greet him with the tip of my sword
Winner takes all and inherits the fjord
About the Creator
Brittany Ivy
I am a DREAMER! And I hope you are too!
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