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Leave Me Not to the Wolves
Stephen Hoyle
Leave me not to the wolves;
Not to Loneliness whose fangs bite deep;
Regret, who lurks at mind’s every corner;
Or Despair, who prowls and does not sleep.
You paved my path as we went,
The journey safe, we walked in bliss;
Or so I did, until you left.
I know not where I went amiss,
I see no path nor dawn ahead,
Just dark trees till me my heart absolves.
Till then, oh joy, spare my life,
And leave me not to the wolves.
I am a student of English at
Bridgewater College with a
passion for writing and a love
of medieval literature.
-Stephen
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