The Arctic,
Known for its bristled ice cold-hearted wolves
Inform visitors to stay away,
Their fierce yet lonely eyes
Watch polar bears and penguins
Scurry off to the safety of their homes.
Lone Wolves,
Raw carcasses of bulls
Cranberries and pomegranates
All drenched in dark scarlet red
Blood drains from their prey
Their aura proves their danger, all creatures run.
Traveling in packs
Looking out for stray rabbits
On the run to heal their hunger
Their fangs desperate for sinking it in necks
Cries of pain and resignation
A signal of bowing down.