Fire, slipping below the far horizon,
Hues of warmth fanning out from west to east,
The Moon, orange to my left doth beckon,
Her eerie thrall is sure to wake the Beast.
The breeze filters through leaves, Sol blinks away,
Warm is the air that still lingers near by,
Each rose bowing in the night whispers sway,
Free to worship stars in the velvet sky.
Under the Heavens mighty gaze he runs,
Wilder than the trees that mask his presence,
A Hunter as fierce as men with their guns,
Spirit of the wolf is wild in essence.
Danger breathes the heat of a summer night,
Yet soothes the strongest of hearts from fright.













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"Life, Is A wheel Of Changes" -- Eike Kusch
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"Life, Is A wheel Of Changes" -- Eike Kusch
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"Life, Is A wheel Of Changes" -- Eike Kusch
*lying grin on my face*
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