Sunday, 12 August 2012

The Werewolf

A/N Composed while listening to ThePianoGuys's "Moonlight"
~highly recommends ThePianoGuys~

Moonlight shines,
Drips like ice cold snow,
Lighting your way through shivering woods;
The only place, your place to go

Wind breezes past,
Bringing the scent of earth,
There, a stream of crystal diamonds;
This is your place, your place of birth

Wolves howl distantly,
Calling your desires achingly,
A ragged breath tears out, you fall to your paws;
You go, howling back, running free

The Werewolf

1 comment:

  1. WOW! So lovely, dark, and mysterious! Love it all! Love the vivdness of your descriptions!
    You are a masterful writer Skyril! *hugs*