among the pine hairs on its head,
under a lucent dark-eyed white moon,
we were the wolves.
With frantic fur and eyes that formed clouds that thundered,
howling hectic love and freedom like
rebeled angels on the outskirts of Heaven,
there us, o' my friends sweet, the wolves.
Cobalt was the blood surging the twisting lips,
the roaring hips, electric as Tsunami
clashing the bulwark of Zeus's temple,
of the wolves at moon's conquest.
Charring in the glass of sharp eyes,
the crimson bouquet of rose flames, a scarlet sun on earth
battling with light in darkness its Selene sister,
in the summer of the wolves.
Surrounding the pray with fierce dance
by mad movements and hymns of passion at the
melody of emerald forests endless,
wolves, wolves, crazy wolves.
With fangs wild, yes! wild, ripping
into the flesh of the wind and tearing the pyre,
swallowing fire down athirst throats,
sarving of care, lavished by life, us, the wolves.
Lost from world's taming, away from time's telescope,
Hidden in woodland's breeding womb,
There we were, I reminisce and praise
The holy grounds of the hallowed wolves.
Holy the soil under the burning paws
galloping circles 'round the fire,
holy the wood blazzing purple the sea of flames
in the whirpool of the wolves.
O! How young and hale the blood torched in us
my friends of warewolf heritige.
How streached for breeze our nostrils were
How wide our pupils welcomed life,
How strong the souls sailed to the skies.
O! Sweet friends o' mine,
the children of Moon and linage of Luna,
my friends, my brothers, my sisters,
my pack,
I remember
Once upon, between the river veins of the mountains,
among the pine hairs on its head,
under a lucent dark-eyed white moon,
we were the wolves.
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