NaPoWriMo Four: Wolves End

In the month of June.
My hairs stand up at Great pace,
A chilly breeze Blows.

In the month of June,
The ground beneath me Rumbles,
Growling rapidly.

In the month of June,
The sky lays overhead, Bright red,
Asking for my Death.

In the month of June,
My yellow Eyes see it all,
The world is Breaking.

In the month of June,
When there is no more Life here,
My howls are Undone.

In the month of June,
Where everything had Purpose,

Where the World did end.

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