The Last Wolf of Scotland
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My heart bursts with pain when I see my destination
Blood, blood; I want blood. I must run
My heart beats faster
My pulse quickens to a sprint
The bonnie heather parts with the wake from my legs
For an instant I am free from the chase
Free from everything
Free
Until the sting bites
I have him. He’s mine. I killed:
The Last Wolf of Scotland
A tale to tell my children at dusk.