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The proud wolf sits atop his throne
Howls a song of rebirth that night
The ravens share their eerie drone
The proud wolf sits atop his throne
The tribe of frantic paws in flight
A threat moved only by itself. Fright
The proud wolf sits atop his throne
Howls a song of rebirth that night
Howls a song of rebirth that night
The ravens share their eerie drone
The proud wolf sits atop his throne
The tribe of frantic paws in flight
A threat moved only by itself. Fright
The proud wolf sits atop his throne
Howls a song of rebirth that night
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This was my first poem that I did for english class. A Triolet.
Hope you like it
Comments or requests please!
Hope you like it
Comments or requests please!
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What's a triolet?