RISING MOON
I am at once the cup of the white lily
and the brown earth under
Standing against a tree and a black mountain
and the white moon thunderListen the end...Listen the end of silence.
"Here" is a word for wait and a gray tether.
If you would come, there would be something broken.
There would be end of gray by a gold feather.I am the faun, the doe, and the lone hunter,
And the lost bird flying.
You are at once the hurt and the last pleasure
and the long, long crying.
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Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent
Werewolf[REWRITE COMPLETED] BOOK FOUR of the LACKING HUMANITY SERIES * * * With the war brewing off in the West, Sage's allies assumed that the best course of action would be to get her and her family out of harm's way. When Sage goes missing without any t...