To La Luna.
We howl upwards,
To the sky. Waxing, waning,
Sing goodbye. We sing our song,
Our mournful howl,
It ends with snarls,
A rippling growl.
Fairy Tale
That very minute she drew her final breath, mama went crazy. She started to sob uncontrollably until some of the town folk came into our house and did our chores. I was devastated.
Howling With Wolves
Once upon a time
There was a pretty young girl
Whose wore a hood of deepest red
Like a rose petal, unfurled
Or like blood, that richest red
Bright against her ivory face
She was a rose blessed with...
:::Always Running:::
They come through the darkness. Creeping through the shadows. Silently they slip through the trees. Hunting, watching, waiting. They live as a family. Together from the time they’re born.