A fearsome wolf bathes in the twilight,
Snarling as the arid wind ruffles her fur,
Pouncing on each movement within her sight.

Dark trees encompass her muscular body,
Trapping her in the blustering night.
She hunts with ravenous instinct and livid

Raging passion dwells with her might.
Powerful is she until the waning moon
Dispatches her unto its endless flight.

01/11/2004

Author's Note: Another oldie. I've revised this one countless times, but I'm still not 100% happy. Too much rhyme.

Posted on 06/03/2005
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