The Wolf That Lived: A Poem

I weep, but not for me

Flesh and bone, flesh and bone
Turn my sorrow into lead
Pull salt from sea
Rip cloud from sky
I'll tear it all asunder

Moon is rising
Light is fading
Blood is spilling
Revenge is my name
Daughter of the damned

Do you hear my howl?
Do you see my claws?
Remember me?
I was the Wolf that died
I am the Wolf that lived

These tears are for thee

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