WolfatHeart667

That night I saw the moonlight in your eyes I wondered how to love one so divine. Never a star adrift in black-lit skies Does not envy the way your soul doth shine. The threads of gold that glow beneath your skin Were sewn by gods to match the gleaming sun. The waters of the earth have always been Envious of the blue your eyes have won. If wolves could sing of all the pleasant things Your face of angels would their words proclaim. Your hair like wheat would lift their howls to sing How ever such a mortal god became. But you are neither she-wolf nor goddess Instead the only one my love possess.

Exile A single wolf sat against the snow, His pelt alight in the winter moon. Only a shadow walks beside His empty footsteps. This is not how it should be, So he closed his eyes and thought back. Back to when he'd roamed alone. The wind at his back, the eagle Giving chase. Every mighty peak Mocks his solitude in the winter rain. This is not how it should be, So he closed his eyes and thought back. Back to when many wolves surrounded him, Each a blood-mate in one way or the next. But none tried to console the ache That burned inside his empty throat. This is not how it should be, So closed his eyes and thought back. Back to

Broken Wings Black-winged angel lies against the tear soaked bricks,           Mourning the life of past days. The skies taunt him with their beauty, But the wings of the fallen cannot fly. The shadows threaten his soul again. He doesn't want to be this way, So he folds is wings and dreams back. Back to when his wings shone like the midnight sun. And the blades of the fallen clashed Against those of angels. Sparks of defiance Lit in his eyes as he fought for the life he was promised. For the life he's now denied. He doesn't want to be this way, So he folds his wings and dreams back. Back to when his hands soothed the pain Of