The Amaranth-A Poem

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He ran upon the frozen ground, No time was to delay, The failure at the hunter's sound, Not a scrap of meat that day.

He padded forth, His feet and pads cut badly, Bloodied tracks he left behind, Head Hung low and sadly.

Another day had cut his heart, Another night had bruised him, But sweet love a nigh and at the cave, His girl there would await him.

At thought of her his spirits soared, His eyes began to brighten, At thought of her he smiled again, His pace began to lighten.

But as he came home a near, No sweet Mina there await, Just the scent of one blood's Alpha, Made his heart tremble and soul quake.

He came up close and iron met, The noble hunter's nose, Dark red streaks melted in the snow, Made him pray with eyes now closed.

He walked inside and there a stood, His Alpha with blood red eyes, And upon the ground lay his family, Sweet Mina closing her eyes.

The Leader he grinned and Xana fell, A sobbing scream broke silent air, The spattered blood upon the floor, It's own story did tell.

That night the boy, His heart died in fire, His soul was poisoned ever more, By a leader framed a liar.

Forever more snow white tears, Of sorrow fill his heart, The bleeding song of Amaranth, That stood silent in the dark.

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