Mistress Moon

 

Breaking through

The heavy curtain of night

Are calls of the wild

That slowly ignite

Out of one howl

Many more are born

Their harmony haunting

Their song forlorn

But to whom do they sing

Their tale of woe?

They answer when again

The full moon glows

Round and bright

Through parted clouds

With heads raised

The wolves howl loud

They sing a love song

To the one they adore

Mistress Moon winks

To encourage them more

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