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Descendants of Fenrir

By Brittany IvyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Photo by 99.films on Unsplash

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

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Brittany Ivy

I am a DREAMER! And I hope you are too!

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