As the moon's ascending,
Well so do her bold eyes,
In solitude she braces,
And darkness shall arise,
Where fear was a native,
She wanders all around,
The beauty that's within her,
Was too rare to be found,
And among the grim forest,
The pack is on its way,
In shadows, she will lead them,
In danger she will stay,
For she's the silver she-wolf,
The one to always dream,
She might be draped in nightfall,
But the stars beneath her gleam,
All the mountains and the hilltops,
They are hers to overcome,
For there is magic in her soul,
That works for only some,
For when the night is over,
The magic has gone too,
And the she-wolf you just came to know,
Is just a girl like you.
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
