It's such a simple type of beauty,
Almost feral,
The way their silky coats ruffle in the air,
Their swift paws drumming against the earth.
Wild eyes darting through the underbrush searching,
Their jaws widening as they sing
Their mournful song to the moon.
Oh, how sorrowful their wails
As they flash through the night
Searching in the pale moonlight.
Don't let it deceive you,
All wolves are drunk and driven by the devil's hunger.
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