Blake poems

I wrote these for a school assignment two years ago. They're supposed to be in the style of William Blake.

The Wolf

Wolf, in white, why dost thy claw
Make fearful weapon of thy paw?
Shouldst thou not lie at side of man
According to His noble plan?

Fierce and proud, thy fearsome pack
Dost prowl and wait for the attack.
You prepare your own great feast,
A bounty for the grisly beast.

A predator purely at heart,
You tear the other beasts apart.
What craft would be designed to make
The others doomed to bend and break?

Could He who forged this weapon great,
Toiling in the hours late,
Have made the gentle streams and fields,
While power such as yours He wields?

So similar to man’s best friend,
Yet he you could so quickly end.
The one lies by its master’s side,
But you maintain your feral pride.

Wolf, in white, why dost thy claw
Make fearful weapon of thy paw?
Shouldst thou not lie at side of man
According to His noble plan?

The Goat

Bleating goat, on you is placed
All wrongs that can by man be traced.
Cursed to walk through desert dry,
You were thus condemned to die.

Sacrificed to take the blame,
Offered up through knife and flame,
Guilt absolved through pain and death,
Sin leaves with your final breath.

You did no wrong to call your own,
Other’s deeds on you were thrown.
Doomed to suffer for man’s plight,
You enter darkness to bring light.

Pure and spotless you must be
To take wrath from humanity.
Brought before the great high priest
In the lands far to the east.

In the past, you died to take
The condemnation to fiery lake
To one, a man, you did foretell
Who saved us from the pits of Hell

Bleating goat, on you is placed
All wrongs that can by man be traced.
Cursed to walk through desert dry,
You were thus condemned to die.