the moon fills us.
the song becomes us.
we are the moon.
we are the song.
the prince starts to sing.
we join.
our words fill the night.
she watches.
we want her.
she is food.
but we keep to our task.
the prince of wolves is her protector.
the hunger seeps into our song.
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Prince of Wolves
Historia Cortai hear them howl, for them. for me. for flesh. for blood. and i wonder, i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty, so cold. ❄️ #674 in short story - july/august 2017 #216 in my youth - august 2018 -completed
