Under the moon,
I'm right here here with you.
The beast inside,
Keep it denied.
What doesn't seem real,
Is the darkness in the woods.
The dark it's self, is not going to help.
Yet the dark is not the key
It's what rest deep inside.
Honest and true.
The beast will consume you.
Run and hide.
The beast no longer rest on the inside.
This is a poem requested by LunarAlphaWolf for her book Howl.
Please guys go check it out! Thx so much!
Your be♡utiful
