Wolf: My writings, on my wall

WOLF ANGEL

WOLF ANGEL

A Fool on the Hill
Location
Wyth in the shawe - South Manchester U.K.
(Following on from my World Poetry day '26 posting)
Here I create a diary page for my writings, both in/of poetic verse and of extract.
I have a number of part, full poetic and storylines, ..... if I can piece together the many memos of my muse, - be they merry or melancholy.
And so it begins...
 
. WOLF: (A Muse)

"And so, to pen a verse, - or two, - - - of mind and vision, some old and some new,
From the dreams and mind,- there is for to be --- from out of shadows, text words for to see.
To sing and to tell,- of colours and light, - - - the hope of a love, or - the dread of a fight,
The swirling of feelings, - laid down for to taste- - - the sweetness that sprinkles - or be sourful waste.

With words dancing melody, - a playful, bright tune - or the march that is filled - with the muse of a doom,
The messages tell of a time and/or space, - - - that are blurred, betwixt moments ,-of a strange unknown place

And so one will scribe, a word upon two, - of a varied of mix , of olde world and anew,
The time there now gone, of dreams and of hope, - - - are there for to ponder a panoramic scope"
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. COUNTDOWN

TEN: Seconds remained before I would be no more.
NINE: People had been involved in the conspiracy against me.
EIGHT: Weeks had passed, a period now seemed so brief.
SEVEN: Days had however, been the catalyst for disaster.
SIX: Times I had the opportunity to opt out this situation.
FIVE: Moments of madness had seen mistakes which could not be undone.
FOUR: Factors had been unwavering inevitable.
THREE: Friends had been complicit in setting me up.
TWO: Appeals had failed to exonerate me and prove my innocence.
ONE: The time had arrived – I was and am no more.
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. WOLF (Extract)

It was another night of compulsion.
Once again, I had been drawn to an area in the woods that I felt was right for the task and under the cover of night, I come into my own.

The natural darkness seems to make my eyesight become sharper, my hearing more acute, and my subconscious awareness to be so much more sensitive. In the shadows of thick foliage, I select a place to wait that allows me both a disguise of camouflage, along with a degree of accessibility to the refreshment of natural entities.

I become as one with the surroundings and despite the stark chill of night breeze, find comfort in the solace of solitude. Embracing the darkness of mystical night, I feel a power of energy that flows to within my soul and delivers an intensity of satisfaction.

I am refreshed by the oncoming dew of an early morning arrival, the cover of the night is illuminated only the break of cloud cover enabling the shine of the Moonbeams, a spotlight to guide the night hunter to an unexpectant prey.

The expertise of such a killer sees a success rate where a target rarely survives to reach a new day.
It is also here where I find the best enlightenment, a lone from a pack; I the inner voices that speak moreover in spirit than in words, and a desire of witch that makes me strong.

This I know that will see an evolvement that will see, when the state body collapses, the state of mind continues in a state of aura unbound.
- It isn’t a choice, but compulsion to comply, an eternal survival, and a fate du complete.
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. A Dragon flies

“From long ago, did share the land, - with Mighty beast – with stature grand,
Dragons, of a time gone by, - those these now gone,- still Dragon’s fly,

Near lake and marsh, and local stream – brings noise and colour to the scene,
With humming buzz, a busy rhyme, - so much to do so little time,

Waits a moment, in one place, - and then doth strike with deadly pace,
Stiletto stab of precision sees, - a kill and, on their way, they be,

Darting quickly with such speed, - for constant movement, is a need,
A short life span, the time goes by - a full life lived of, - ‘Dragon flies”.
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. WOLF (Extract - 2)

I n the shadows, - I pick my spot and wait.
A lone and silent – there is a comfort in solitude.
M ist hangs, draping across the land - an eerie aura.
W ith a chill, that seems apt, - there is also solace.

O verlooking the scene, I am aware of company.
L una’s light slowly breaks through the clouds.
F lowing across the land, it enhances the view.
A noise of shuffle pricks and alerts me to movement.

N ight vision now so sharp and acutely sensitive
G azing with increased intenseness I sharpen my focus.
E quipped with the tools essential for a predator.
L ife’s cycle will soon no longer be, for my target of choice
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Observation: (220326)

“The World sees a chaos – of political mean
The dreadful existence – of men and women is seen,
National leaders they argue, – they shout and they scream,
Whilst Penniless people – all they can do is dream

Governments rage – about who’s right, who's wrong,
Whilst the everyday people – wish to ‘just get along’.
Different Countries are split – with attitudes divide,
Be it faith, finance or service – each have their own pride,

The colours of Blue and Red - Gold and of Green,
Dictate desires of importance – some of which are obscene,
The dangers of power and of might - to succeed,
Seem more fixed on self, egoism - and of their greed”.
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. “Penny”- (Extract:1)

"Her hair was fair/golden, - with eyes that were blue.
A smile filled with sunshine, - like sweet morning dew,
She came to me, gracefully - at the break of the dawn,
And gave to me, freely - a spirit - reborn.

Her walk fixed with focus, - she strode straight for me,
Her steps skipped a melody, - a tune full of glee.
We met, and in moments - we both felt an ease,
To interact freely, - with a playfully tease

She spoke with a gentleness – softly she said,
The best of adventures – of those in one’s head,
The time that was spent - was a glorious joy.
The engagement of passion, - of young girl and boy"
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. "Ranger": (Extract: 1)

"The last of a unit – that failed to succeed,
An unfulfilled quest sees the knight - without steed,

The Ranger that wanders - amidst shadows so dark,
The stranger that drifts - through land empty and stark

The loner, the leper - one whose numbers are few.
The shunned and neglected - though whose heart which is true,

Tis the curse of the hero - destined ever to roam,
For through the turmoil and heartache – he has not a home".
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. "Stir" : (Extract)

"The chill of the night,
- Terra sleeps,
- In rest the darkness passes time,
- Soon the stir of slumber will end, as the warmth returns,
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Those that lay their head down will wake,
- the turning of the year eternal,
- as is the circle of nature
- for all witch doth believe "
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. “Ranger : (Extract:2 )

"He spoke upon a long ago, of Storytellers of lore,
Who entertained in word and verse - and musical 'a score.

Telling tales and stories - with attention, for to grab
Enhancing their reputation - to make a life less drab.

Through Oration observational - the target of the aim,
Was to pass along lost history - the true name of the game.

And within their messages - of the rich folk, of the poor
For to tell the truth to warn - of the Devil at the door."
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.“Penny”- (Extract:2)

“Once upon a time ago – in daze of hippy past
I sat amongst the travellers – t’was which would last,

In aromas of pure essence - the flower children played,
Within the bracing breeze, a melodic song it made,

The nakedness of honesty – with words that felt so true,
They struck a chord I felt akin – and a freshness all anew,

The need for protest, and protect – to fight for what is right,
Not to stand and watch and wait - but be the knight in white.

The ambience of pleasure- was such a sight to see,
I felt my soul enlightened – and knew it was indeed - the place to be.

Embrace the spirits that were there – infuse the sense so strong,
For courage and conviction – be the virtues of the strong.“
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. "Patrol" (Extract: 1)

It wasn't the first time that I felt a stir of concern and apprehension.

Within the eye of the hurricane was only a temporary respite to that the melee that surrounded both myself and the small group of warriors that had gathered through their conviction to be a part of the resistance against the foe.

This may well be the last time that we would be together; certainly, as a unit; the previous encounters although achieving significant goals and achievements coming at such a personal cost.

Still, all were committed to the cause and stand by the credo of Emilliano Zapata "Better to die on your feet than live forever on your knees"
The stance of it being more honourable to stand up for what you believe in, even if it means facing death, than to live a life of submission or fear; essentially, was something we all held dear and close to our heart.

Courage and resistance over surrender, even if it leads to one’s demise was an experience through association – sometimes the cost is worth it.

The Dawn was breaking and with it the vision of the task before us became clearer and indeed daunting.
We all took a last look at our treasured possessions before placing them with our old and trusted mentor, who would know what would be required should the worst scenario play out.

It is in these moments when focus and adrenaline kick in, and fear departs, for - there is no place for doubt in the game with only one outcome – survival.
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. WOLF (Extract - 3)
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A number of lunar circles had passed.
I had left the crowd to be with alone with my thoughts.

Tossing fuel onto the small fire allowed a small warmth of comfort, for although the construction of my lee gave a degree of shelter from the heavy breeze of wind, the years had nevertheless taken their toll, and found their way into my aged bones, and the injuries previously received gave me recollections - and pangs of memory.

A distant but steady sound pricked my ears, and my eyes were drawn upwards.
I saw the fireball of light, radiant against the vast, black sky and bright red trail of the passing was one of recorded lore.
Heralded as an omen, of doom and despair - I felt the tingle of sensitive alert.

I held great store in the passing of tales- for there is always truth interwind within the messages which our forebearers pass on. I had my own sense of meaning with them. - for nothing is as simple and straight-forward as a tale of either his, or her story.

I set more store in my instincts than calculation of intelligence.
This had been my guide throughout my time of life, for I had found an understanding of nature that many would say different to the accepted belief, - but it was one that I was the most comfortable with.

I sensed movement, the murmuring of voices close by to me.
As the volume of noise increased and neared, I wondered why they could not leave me with my thoughts and self-exiled choice of company.

I was about to be, - enlightened.
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HOW CAN YOU MEND A BROKEN HEART ?
(A Musical homage of muse)

Now I’m here, - Without you, - Alone, - Hurt.

Waiting in vain, - For you Blue - I’m lost without your love, - In a broken dream.

I can’t smile with you, - You are so beautiful to me, - I want you to love me, - Be my baby.

Give me love, - I need you tonight, - Come back and stay, - Georgy girl
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