A wolf, chained to a single place, mighty steel links ensnarling his fate. His once enticing gaze blazoned by a sense of freedom, was now glazed over with shame. Once name-less silhouettes spoke of good deeds being repaid, but they have since drifted away. The wolf howls in anger and deep sorrow, as if it’s soul had tried to escape it’s encaged prison of flesh and blood only to be fiercely withheld by the chains engulfing his freedom. Once wild and free the voices spat on he. He who is now the shattered being before you. Death... not even Death’s sweet embrace could save him from this place. No.... those shadow hidden faces had stolen that from him.
Even as you encounter this disgrace, the voices may say he deserves this fate... DO not heed what they say... For who strips one of freedom, but does not let them fade....
The wolf’s golden gaze moves to the beauty beyond his space, to the fields of crisp, green, grass heavy ladened with dew that glistened in the moons silver rays. The rushing water of a winding river offers a view of a moving, distorted reality. The wolf longs for the day the crystal, clear, water meets his parched lips. The full moon’s miraculous light allows the wolf’s vision to slip further, though he screams for them to stop!
The wolf cries out once more in maddening sadness, but not in longing for the nature around him, but for the paradise beyond it. Oh how the stars in the heavens mock him so! The moon’s cold gaze damns him and his existence. Before the paradise on the edge of his vision lays an unbreakable barrier. One such the wolf can never break.....
Is it possible... possible to revert to a moment... a single moment.... one... single.... moment.... A moment you where truly happy... Is this possible?
.....It may be for others... Not me.... All I remember is this godforsaken, numbing pain.... What happens when this chain breaks? With it I leave my pain... Rage... deep burning, glowing rage fills the now empty void. As with me it cannot perish now. They stole that right from me! Now they will taste the hell of that action! What makes the angels holy!? They share the same powers of their brethren in hell. What makes them righteous and good? Is it because the whole world bows?! Not me. No more. I know those silhouettes, there faces are clear now and now they will burn with me in my hell!
....What happens I wonder..... What happens when this chain cannot withhold this rage.... When the steel links break and lets loose this hound of hell?
...Well... only time will tell...
- Title: Chains of the Dog
- Artist: ~Lonewolf703~
- Description: Sometimes things like these happen when I try to write a prolouge for something and find out I can't do anything about not writting poetically. Enjoy or not. Have a good one.
- Date: 08/26/2010
- Tags: poetry
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