The Ram
The Ram wild and free.
Running with a childish glee.
The eyes of frost,
comes with a cost...
The blood it bares starts to thicken
The sight you see would only sicken.
The Wolves Howl with delight
As they claim the victim in the night
The Kids can only wait,
To find out their gloomy fate.
The intruders arrive,
Will the Kids be alive?
Hope you liked my poem, Questions and feedback below please.
The Ram wild and free.
Running with a childish glee.
The eyes of frost,
comes with a cost...
The blood it bares starts to thicken
The sight you see would only sicken.
The Wolves Howl with delight
As they claim the victim in the night
The Kids can only wait,
To find out their gloomy fate.
The intruders arrive,
Will the Kids be alive?
Hope you liked my poem, Questions and feedback below please.