The cresent moon has rose tonight. You hear the wolves in the night, their gold eyes gleaming. Do you fear them? Do you listen to their voice and feel fear creep up your spine like the autaums crisp wind? Their fangs gleam white and their claws sharp and cumbersome. Their song is the song of all that is wild, and free. Do not fear…embrace.
Posted on Friday September 18th
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It doesnt matter how bright your future is there will always be shadows
Poetry and other work by Ashley A by Ashley is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at deviantkoi.tumblr.com.
