CAMELOT FANTASIES

WOLF OV THE SOUL

As the snake strikes, so does the wolf.
Thru decades of proof, distant the crimson spikes.
I've blood upon my teeth, thru the visions of my soul.
As ov the spirit guide, the wolf engages it's Control.
Thru the forests of my mind, the wolf is taking a toll.
Disappearing thru out time, with no justice for his soul.
So let me reflect, upon the murderess trail.
Thru time, whispers ov the dieing.
Training ov it's demise, pulling in with the crying.
To hell and back, the visions enticed..
Humans in life, they are not so frail.
Dark in the shadows, hidden are we to see.
Faces that shine thru, mentally.
Playing with the perplexity, ov our view.
Never disguised to hide, the chains that hold them as slaves, to their kind.