A dog was running very fast
Among the naked trees,
All the thoughts - about past,
That's the thing she'd missed.
Fallen weaken in the snow,
Useless biting space,
Now she's looking at the row,
At the row of traces.
Ruthless master had turned her out,
Grabbed a horror gun,
That had happened all about ,
When she tore his arm.
She avenged for killing her
Little blinded welp,
But she saw his awful glare,
Where there was no help.
But her brothers, quiet wolves
Took her on their hord,
Now she felt she wasn't lone,
She was part of cord.
They were flying with the snow,
Kissing moon by howl,
Rending prey like flight of crow,
Wrenching out its soul.
She met her master once again,
He's lost in mountain side,
But his eyes were full of pain,
Right before he died....
Eyes of Rose
© Copyright: Ласковый Алексей, 2005
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