Wolf Child's Poem

The mist of the forest formed the thickness, a thousand voices in one just about to spill its madness.
My childish silhouette receives a flash of light from the sky, which makes my first tear spill.
I feel the hair grow behind my neck and my mouth are now jaws and my electric eyes like rubies trigger the supernatural instinct.
With my sharp senses and my sharp ears I could not contain it anymore. And I cried Wolf, the trapped souls became my howls; and wolf I wept without consolation and the voice of the wild preserved my infinite world.

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