Death Wolf
Wolf so strong and white as snow-
his paws that go
tha-thump,
tha-thump,
with teeth that gleam
and tongues that scream-
beware, my kit,
the wolf of death.
He's mean and raw,
like those ill-raised,
without a shred of morality.
He'll eat you up,
like little mice,
a fate so cruel
only owned by
the wolf of death.
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