Vortex Wars

The wolf is looking for food.
Hes family is starving.
The winter didnt bring anything good.
In the rock the hunter a sign is carving.

A sign of ownership of the woods.
A bad sign for our packs
Soon come hunters in their hoods.
To take the wolves preys and carry it home in theirs sacks.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
there's a punch for him,
and also for you

Life as a wolf is hard.
The life is really long.
The crystal of happiness can split like a shard.
All i can do is sing my lifes song.

Byt anyday life can stop.
Its hard to see when.
Like a ballon it goes pop.
But we will all know it then.

Christmas gifts

airsoft guns are better
then a handmade ugly sweater

These times wolves fights a constant war.
Same thing applies to the bears.
Enemies coming from near and far.
The pain of war is the worst we hear.

The victorius shall lead the pack.
Who will this war win?
But the tides of war can always come back.
Who will stand alone with blood and sin?

Roses are red,
My heart is blue.
Your heart is lead,
I hate you.

ICE CREAM CAKE
ICE CREAM CAKE
EAT SO MUCH
THAT IT MAKE ME SHAKE

When the wolf goes out to hunt.
Hes not always thrilled.
He give away a little grunt.
In the art of escape the prey is skilled.

The prey is always trying to get away with a flight.
They usually get away.
Seeing it caught is an unusual sight.
"the hunt was successful" few can say.

Rose

The thorn in every perfect thing yet,
The perfect thing in every thorn.
It can be love
It can be life
It can be death
It can be dark.
Although it may vary in symbol, it still is seen as one thing.
The hidden message in a person's action.

The pack fears a spy.
The wolves are lingered in sadness.
Our alpha could take anything as a lie.
Please stop this madness.

He might stilll be our boss.
It might still be true.
He would never lead us to a loss.
Every word said could be a clue.