badger11 Posted July 5, 2011 Share Posted July 5, 2011 (edited) She is alive, a wolf smiling, her hair glistens jesuit-black, eyes moon-bright, sinews tight. She is a wolf smiling, no creed to confuse scent. She shapes the night, unfettered intent. She is alive, a wolf smiling. I have strayed unseeded, uprooted, I have strayed beyond the familiar prayer. And all the while I hear the howling, calling - a voice that veins within my life, and all the while I hear the blood rhythms - so close to touch the moon with sinews so tight, with eyes so bright. I ask did I seek her scent or did she uncover my intent - am I alive, a wolf smiling? Edited July 9, 2011 by badger11 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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