The wolf walks at midnight,
The child of the moon.
She stares into the silver gods light,
Knowing the change will be soon.
Into the lycan form she shifts.
Fur sprouting, bones extending,
Senses heighten at natures gifts.
Her body altered, her transformation ending.
The wolf walks at midnight,
Beneath the waning moon.
Fresh meat, her delight.
The end of a life will be soon.
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Howls of Loneliness
Basically just poems I write when I need to talk to someone but no ones there to listen...
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~Hello~
My name is: Alexander
My mama:Unloved Outcast
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