Sunday, November 1, 2020

Full Moon

 When the full moon rises

the beast within me comes out to play
My eyes grow wide
My nails long
My hair gets long to

I howl at the moon
I howl for joy
I howl for freedom

I run
a hunting savage I am
chasing my prey through the night
I run
feeling the wind rush by as I go

All through the night
Running
Chasing
Freedom at it's finest

In the morning
The sun rises
I return to myself once more
The nights adventure as ended

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