What a twist of fate!
For him to be her mate. . .
She refused to abdicate,
After fighting to make her pack penetrate.
Would her mate miscalculate?
He knew she underestimated him.
His love for her is so great,
And here she thought he could even have an ounce of hate,
For the one he calls his mate!
She is his mate.
He'd never let her migrate,
Not without him,
When other males were near. . .
Grrrrrrrr!
He'd make his pack hers.
He would give up being alpha,
All for her!
She could not do that to him.
To take away something so dear,
Would make her feel so grim. . .
So they combined their packs.
Together they became,
Two alpha mates.
Their love forever reciprocates.
For the other,
They would always intoxicate. . . !
Making this poem was really fun! It all started with the first line, I had no idea what I was going to write. I honestly thought it would end up being a lot darker and didn't plan for it to be a werewolf poem. Make sure to vote and comment. Love you all!
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Poetry's Tale to Tell
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