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Post by wulf on Jan 5, 2009 16:59:52 GMT -5
~The Night~
The night our eyes met My teeth grew My hair became fur My eyes saw all My heart was alive My soul existed
Darkness and smoke You, my angel, let me see Vibration from my heart wipes the blood that can soak Sparkles of life that could free I found the lock And ye, the key Your body with beauty enough to shock
The night you spoke My chest beat My mind worked Words failed Feelings flourished Empty shell I was Now overfilling
I howl at nights you cannot be found Teeth grind as I wait For that moon where you come around A hunger that cannot be sate Feeling becoming a beating sound Sitting, wondering, why you came into my life so late
The night we kissed My muzzle watered Life was risked All composure, faltered Eternal feeling I wish i could list My wolf eyes bore down on beauty sheltered I defend with claws, not fist Your scent, none compared
Love that grows Ecstasy that brings life My mate who's comfort makes me dose One night, one man, one knife No more dreaming of you and I in a field of rose
The night you were gone Beating of my soul ceased Howling, wishing to never see dawn Pup still wondering why no good bye's at least Life is gone, soul is shunned
No moon shown that night
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Post by teneka on Jan 6, 2009 15:10:31 GMT -5
so sweet... :x
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Post by alice on Jan 6, 2009 17:29:55 GMT -5
that's really good...
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Post by wulf on Jan 6, 2009 17:51:06 GMT -5
Thanks guys, I've always had the romanticist's and transcendentalist's soul.
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Roary
Wolf
Delta Female of Black Rose Pack
I see with my heart
Posts: 36
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Post by Roary on Jan 6, 2009 19:10:48 GMT -5
oooo vurry nice <3
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