LONE WOLF
Alpha, Beta, Gamma.
Howling flossin' a Red bandanna.
A Black Sheep -
Away from the eyes of the Sheppard I creep.
Adrift without a pack,
this Lone Wolf never looks back.
Hunting on my own -
I'm never a dog without a bone.
A soldier without a platoon,
to betrayal I am immune.
As a Lone Wolf I roam,
a wandering spirit without a home.
White, Silver, Gray,
a Lone Wolf by himself must play.
Everything is always okay,
a Lone Wolf has no-one to dis-obey.
In the realm of neither the living nor the dead,
this free spirit has no limits ahead.
Dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight,
the darkness into my canine soul I invite.
Like a Werewolf among the shadows, I howl at the light,
veiled in mystery, hiding in the night.
Singing to the spirits in the sky from a distance,
it is the Wolf who sung the moon into existence.
A Lone Wolf, in the end, is not always alone,
from the beginning, summoning spirits from the unknown.
Imposing my will - they all try to resist,
No teenwolf, I am relentlessness - ruling with an iron fist.
Fight?
Flight?
An apex predator you cannot defeat.
Resistance is futile - escape is obsolete.
A Lone Wolf is the most dangerous of its kind,
on the hunt alone - killer instinct refined.
Razor-sharp incisors will guarantee your death,
your life will end in a tragedy just like Macbeth.
Respect, not fear, is how you deal with my breed,
Banquo, you can't be king, you won't succeed.
A rogue kanis Lupus strong, wild and free,
ignoring the wails of the crying-wolf banshee.
Warnings of death do not apply to me,
a ghostly howl haunting the living is what I will be.
ARRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
-Phil "Lone Wolf" Wesolowski
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