A Kindred Poem
A little something I came up with
Kindred:
The silent archer that stalks the night
The rabid wolf that aids her flight
Seeking those whose time has come
All who feel their touch are now numb
Split essences yet still the same
Two sides of a coin with no name
A choice between mercy or pain
Death by arrow or mane
Masters of both life and death
Will this be your final breath?
