Winter Wolves

The wolves of winter,
Beautiful and free;
Stand ready to devour
You and me

We do not see what their
Good looks portend:
We learn that only at
The very
End

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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