Darkness breaks,
Moon awakes,
Night now brings the stars it makes,
Moon beams fall,
Light up all,
From silvery woods, comes a call,
Grayish blur,
Shagy fur,
Food is this night creatures lur,
Brown deer,
Very near,
It is brought down full of fear,
Deadly bite,
Very tight,
Every Wolf will feast tonight.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
