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,…Read more Of Wolves and X-Men.