Created:
2008-09-19 14:56:25
Here I lie,
with my small death cries.
Laying in my blood,
broken and battered.
Tears flow down my cheeks,
as my body gets weak.
As my world goes dark,
I hear the small whimper.
The white wolf comes,
and lays at my side,
as I stop my small cries.
I look in her deep golden eyes,
and pass along one message:
My father,
has murdered me.
