Lone wolf

He haunts the wasteland,
stepping on each crocus lily
that dares to pop up it's head.
Blazes the trail with smokin boots,
a power packed weapon, where he
puts his eye, he puts a bullet!, Right through
the heart, takes no prisoners, shelves out no mercy
no apologies, save for a feigned reflection of love once
lost, with no desire to repeat history!. You can't love him, unless

You have a power packed,
arsenal, your own trigger finger,
and eye to shoot right back, hitting the
heart, yet missing that main arterial. Anything
you can do, he can counter attack, with pin point
accuracy, never missing a bleeder! Does he really
want it this way? Has he become a statistic of pain so
intently, that he cannot see the spilled blood, through the
anquished gunfire! Lurking neath the depths is desire, begging
 

for release, yet unable
to let go of visions clouding
his mind, taunting him! Get close
enough, somedays he'll allow, tho like
a cat, with a mouse, he'll play you until your
soul deep, on the verge of expiration, then release
his vice like grip, long enough for retreat, only to repeat
the game over and over, till you either give up the race, or

have an equal mentality equipped
with your own submachine of dirty tricks
ready to fire off in short succession, till he either
surrenders, or disappears into the wasteland, from
whence he came. Regroups the troops, so to speak!!
He's a "lone Wolf", you cannot beat, but join him as a "She Wolf"
sharing the mission he hopes to accompish, or you'll lie withered
underfoot, in the hot desert sand, where many have fallen before you!

Who can love this Lone Wolf?
Who dares Wins,so long as your finger
is always on the pulse, take it off, you'll perish!

Ch'erie de Perrot
Copyright 8/5/2010
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