Wolf

Picture me, afraid of the wolf

Afraid of its fangs, its claws

Picture me, cowering as the wolf lifts its massive head and howls at the moon

 

Me, afraid? Never.

The wolf is my lover

Its fangs and claws my protection

And its howl my symphony as I dance naked in the moonlight

 

The wolf is my heart and soul

And I rejoice when it comes home to me covered in the blood of our enemies

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