Moonlight At Midnight
By SilverWolf13
The moon comes out from behind the clouds, and spills over the fresh pure snow. perefct tracks made through the hills, paw prints left in the moonglow. The tracks of a Silver Wolf on the hunt, a she-wolf who stalks you in the night... Beware, she'll lead you to your grave, beware the she-wolf's bite. But tonite the wolf is mourning the loss of her soul mate. The one she never knew she loved until it was too late. Silent tears course down her face, the face of a beautiful immortal. For now she is all alone, a weary traveller at death's portal. she is ready to meet her maker, for now nothing can make her life right... Then the Silver Wolf, she curls up in the snow, and dies ~ in the moonlight at midnight.Many moons ago..., I love this poem. I use wolves alot in my work because they inspire a sense of peace and calm in me. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 01:50 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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