A time long ago

It was a time long ago,
we had freedom,
we could roam.
Our days now dwindling,
For 'twas the beasts,
that we all know.
My pack was gone,
they were not there.
Pools of blood were shed,
nothing seen,
but red.
what have we done,
to deserve execution...
We may die,
but our spirits live on...

By: ©Raven Thurston

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