House of Wolves

You live still
You live now
In a desert home

Away from
The city
Now you roam

Reality pelts
Draped over
As clothes

Obsidian heads
Sharp on
Memory arrows

A bow you draw quick
To shoot
From experience

So the memory
What reality is

Bows have been drawn
With each
Wolves’ last breath

A house of
Their pelts
Safe and secure

A house of wolves
In the desert
Where you now roam

A hidden estate
Shifting sands

That bury the bones
Reality packs

A pack of wolves buried
For a house
To be built

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