Diary of the Crown: Entry 1

The wolf lay ever so dormant, Its eyes closed and its teeth hidden beneath the fur sheath of its jaws

Man Eater

Man Slayer 

they call him. in ignorance holding on to what they think is true, but ever so misconstrued

Still he lay, dormant in his den. for one day he will awaken, with crown upon head and bursting phoenix in soul.

his howl will be heard across the land and the light from his ever fiery soul will dissipate darkness

and they will then bow and celebrate his coming

But the wolf lay ever so dormant

For the world sleeps, but not with him, only in trance not ready to be shaken or awakened 




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