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Bathed in the light of the Hunters Moon

She lifts her gaze with shimmering eyes

Through the trees whispers a haunting tune

As clouds hide the moon in darkened skies.



Her blood rushes as her heart begins to race

And all is blurred but the moon that holds its sway

The woman - who once held such grace

Can no longer keep the beast within at bay



Her delicate hands are fashioned into paws

Ebony fur now lies where there was once luscious hair

All that was formerly human promptly withdraws

And what is left is intelligence in a wolfen stare



She bounds through the woods in the pale moonlight

Leaping over fallen logs and trickling streams

The rush of excitement - the love of the night

The moments she holds in such high esteem.



She is an wolf - free and untamed

Wild like the autumn breeze

She will never be broken - Never be claimed

Savage as the stormy seas.

© Laura Stevens 2006