The crescent hangs in the warm evening sky,
Low and noble to the dark horizon,
All coloured with blood.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand,
And the air seems thick and heavy,
With the slow ejaculaton of the first buds of spring.

The wolf brothers assemble in the forest glade.
They come in procession,
Burnng dark herbs,
And calling ancient names.

For a while they murmur,
Then they are gone,
Like the blood moon falling below the earth.

The forest sinks back into silence.
In the dark.

Very imaginary I like it

cool!!!

Thanks. I love it when someone gets pleasure from what i write, even if its only one person, it sort of makes me happy as well. Thanks guys. .

It would seem there is no emoticon for wolf licks, but...

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