The Change
Bathed in the light of the Hunters Moon
She lifts her gaze with shimmering eyes
Through the trees whispers a haunting tune
As clouds hide the moon in darkened skies.
Her blood rushes as her heart begins to race
And all is blurred but the moon that holds its sway
The woman - who once held such grace
Can no longer keep the beast within at bay
Her delicate hands are fashioned into paws
Ebony fur now lies where there was once luscious hair
All that was formerly human promptly withdraws
And what is left is intelligence in a wolfen stare
She bounds through the woods in the pale moonlight
Leaping over fallen logs and trickling streams
The rush of excitement - the love of the night
The moments she holds in such high esteem.
She is an wolf - free and untamed
Wild like the autumn breeze
She will never be broken - Never be claimed
Savage as the stormy seas.
© Timmeh
 Tim The Enchanter · Sat Oct 14, 2006 @ 05:00am · 1 Comments |
