by Habina Seo
I've found a crimson wolf in the chrome fencing,
His outlines were as sharp as his movements, and
The power seemed to have dulled from exhaustion and battle.
The limbs were tense from scaling purple moors,
His eyes marbled with agonising encounters.
Once a king, honoured for his wisdom.
A body pointed tightly, like an arrow,
Coupled with a red wine coat.
And yet the anger had softened it enough to a coral pink.
Violence lurched out to grasp me,
As if the ruined wires were always his home.
Standing tall to fight his writhing, venomous tongue,
I headed back to my cave, catching a glance of the reflection of the blaze in his amber eyes.