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A true friend is someone,
always there for you.
They will always lift your spirits,
when you are feeling blue.
A true friend is someone,
who will never lie.
They will carry your spirit,
and soar in the sky.
They will always listen,
when you begin to cry.
They will stick by you,
until the day you die.
A true friend is someone,
who is willing to fight for you,
taking your side always,
and protecting you.
The wolf inside me,
seems to howl in the night,
I will always be there,
ready to fight.
With you I am not scared,
and don't feel the pain,
If I died without you,
I would have died in vain.
I will always be with you,
watching over as you grow,
until your time comes,
and the wolf begins to show.
When that time comes,
I will no longer be a friend,
for you will be my brother,
until time should end.
My love will never die,
and my friendship is true,
I howl in the night,
as I watch over you.
We grow up together,
everyday getting stronger,
while the thread of our friendship,
continues to grow longer.
I wrote this poem,
to show how I care,
and to let you know,
I will always be there.

Five little wolfies,
sleeping in the shade.
One left the bundle,
look what he made.
A bundle of wolves,
relaxing in the night.
If you were to see it,
it would be a sight.
Four little wolfies,
sleeping in the dark.
One leaves the bundle,
because he has to mark.
A bundle of wolves,
relaxing in the night.
If you were to see it,
it would be a sight.
Three little wolfies,
cuddling in the grass.
One leaves the pile,
because he was an ass.
A bundle of wolves,
relaxing in the night.
If you were to see it,
it would be a sight.
Two little wolfies,
under the starlight.
One runs off,
with all his might.
Two wolves alone,
finally at last.
They cuddle together,
forgetting the past.
They stay together,
throughout the whole night.
Their love for each other,
is quite a sight.
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May your spirits be high, and your heart skip a beat.
For soon I will be, next to you on my feet.
Ready to fight and die for you.
Your protection matters most and what you do.
I will always be here, ready to talk.
I will always be here, ready to walk.
My paw in yours, and yours in mine.
We walk together all of the time.
If you are down and need a shoulder to cry on.
I will be here, someone you can rely on.
I just wanted to say, how much I love you.
No matter what you say, and no matter what you do.

We met on Wolf Home,
separated at first.
You gave me the best,
when I had just the worst.
You brought to me your love,
and I returned to you mine.
We will share these moments together,
for the rest of our time.
Your beauty captivates me,
from your tail to your head.
Everything you write,
I am glad to have read.
Innocent at first,
but then my love grew.
I don't want anyone else,
I just want to be with you.

What once was human,
Has now become beast.
Who hunts in the night,
And has a twilight feast.
All animals all prey,
And humans are too.
Beware of the werewolf,
Because he is hunting you.
Claws of steel,
And fangs like razors.
Nothing can help you,
Not even your savior.
With a snout, a muzzle,
And even a tail.
Run if you must,
But you will fail.
You flee into the woods,
Not a smart choice.
You scream so loud,
You lose your voice.
You run in fear,
Over rock and tree.
The werewolf chases you,
As you continue to flee.
To the werewolf a hunt,
Is a lot of fun.
He pounces upon,
Your time left is none.
He raises his paw,
And slashes your coat.
He licks his muzzle,
And bites your throat.
His fangs sink in,
His claws ripping your chest.
You lost the hunt,
But you did your best.
It was vain to think,
You could escape the beast.
Your corpse on the ground,
As the werewolf's feast.
He raises his head,
And howls at the moon.
His voice like thunder,
Creating a boon.
He howls for his pack,
And his victory tonight.
To let his family and friends know,
That he is alright.
He walks to his den,
Contemplating the human's sorrow.
A grin grows on his muzzle as he says,
"Just wait till tomorrow".

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