28 July 2012
Aria the spirit wolf, A serene, haunting beast, Pads silently across moonlit snow, Her grace moves with ease,
Queen of the snow land, A predator, never seen, A wondrous, perfect harmony, As beautiful as she's ever been,
If you lie still and patient, You might see the lone beast howl, Just be cautious, for if she sees you, You'd be dead before she even growled,
Aria the spirit wolf, A beauty from head to toe, So lifelike, that one forgets, That she died long ago.
Aria • Opuss № I