Literature
Wolves
Luna, our Mother,
We raise our voices to her;
The Full Moon smiles.
Running beneath her,
Not once do we go awry
With her guiding help.
Luminous delight
Never fails to bring sweet change
From twilight to Night.
Her glee at making
Us, eternal servants, hunt;
She sees everything.
But we cannot stop
Time from passing, its just life.
Light is hesitant--
But only at first.
Before we know it, the sun
Has taken back rule.
His rule of the sky,
Just as Lunas, is never
Lasting, a promise.
A commitment to
All to return, as Night falls;
Eager, we await it.