Wolves baying at the moon!
Night's allure enticing. (Abecedarian).
A wolf once came to sit at my feet
Baying splendidly at the moon
Coat of shiny grey intermingled black
Dark eyes glistened wild seduction
Enticing, alluring, hypnotic in it's charm
Fire then born of volcanic languid ashes, awakened my
Ghosts of longing long dead, asleep in neither
Heaven nor hell, now attended unto me
I wrapped myself in cocoons of golden leaves
Jacket drawn tight against my heart
Knowing, pleading, no, never again will
Languorous lovely butterflies of steel and glass
Meet barbarian herds knocking at my door
Never do you listen, obdurate, willful, muscled thing
Obsession defines you, beating giver taker of existence
Purveyor of pain, joy and love
Quiet, I say, quiet...
Requiem, lamented dirge'd heart heeds not
Still the wolf he bays arrogantly, knowing
Tempting offers of pleasure resound in symphony
Under a moonlit night, entreating lover's songs
Voices, baying voices enjoin the night
Whispers. As off in the distance drums beat
X marking this spot tonight, for
You win, zany zealot, baying at yon moon
Zeitgeist my mood, new history begins!
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Awooo!
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Novel Allen
Existing in mist and shadow. Seeking Truth.
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