the winter moon is filled with lust,as its light drips sparkling dust....bathed in its glory til dusk,the great loom will never fuss.swallowed by the night sky the stars shine bright....as the birds take flight in winters bask light.his paws glow in its lunar fright,with eyes that hunger for the suns light....howling at the moon filled with spite, he'll find her pack at springs first light...the forgotten wolf will fight the night ,the one and true dark knight....
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Symphonies Of The Night
PoetryA collection of poems that make you think (Warning slightly dark in nature)
