Do not think her a “Little Wolf.”
Her powers were nurtured
with the darkest of intentions.
She craves the power
Darkness offers—
submission of her enemies,
control over the weak.
Little Wolf, she is not
But a mighty White Wolf
Whose appearance beguiles,
and whose eye glints with evil intent.
She was taught to trust no one,
and fear is what she felt most
Before the shadows within
choked out the ember of a hero
she might have become,
twisting her into a monster
feared by both friend and foe.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
Offline) - Published: April 14th, 2025 20:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Marie Lu's "The Young Elites," Adelina Amouteru. Currently rereading the series. This poem might be a bit spoilery if you haven't read the trilogy. | Created: 4/14/25
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
Nicely painted in words this image of someone trained not to trust we can see in many around us and in ourselves too , if we look in a mirror. Very nicely worded.
BRAVO
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