Of Wolves and X-Men.

An old man, runs, the never ending, fighting to stay alive, with sharp claws, and weathered crows feet, eyes that show time, with a face as young as stretched leather, He drives, drunks and hens, to survive, the psychics final days, In ways, they find him, remind him of life gone by, pop, slash, claw,... Continue Reading →

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#31 – King of Skulls

Upon the Castle sits, A king of skulls, There he waits, Seeking only justice, All of his own laws, The cause is clear, Because he does not fear, Or so it would appear, Yet his heart is in a good place, Saving children, Helping women, No matter of race, Yet the war goes on, Endlessly,... Continue Reading →

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