The Black Wolf

A short dark poem

I am the Black Wolf among the herd of sheep,

A beast with fangs sharper than a knight’s blade,

Whose yellow eyes strike fear into the hearts of the weak.

Out in the distance, the sheep gather upon the hill.

They look to the Shephard with the glowing light,

Pointing to the other side of the hill,

With the promise of prosperity and grandeur,

In a land of evergr…