I apologise in advance, as I am doing poetry, so from here on out I shall be posting random bouts of poems, and slightly artistic sentences for practice. 
Feel free to give criticism. constructive, that is. 

All the poems have wolves in them,
All but one
The most beautiful one of all
He dances in a ring of fire
And throws off the challenge
With a shrug
Come now, follow me
Tonight is the night
We visit the town of my birth
I want to be ready.