Come dance, sway and howl to our motherly moon, her claws extended in a beautiful array of white and grey
Hold our souls in place, for a night of eternal grace, cold and bitter the nights bite is, but hold no grudge
It's the whole sense of our motherly moon, pounding the pads into the deep and cracked wound, come and dance to our musical embrace
We will save your soul, take our clawed hand and feel the thud and dance of our moonlit sway, we can help you run away
Come dance, sway and howl to our motherly moon, her claws extended in a beautiful array of white and grey
Come dance the dance of wolves, fur hot and musky, much to the dismay of man, we see the moonlit Glade and its powerful embrace.
-Jake Bennett. |
Submission Name: Dance Of The Wolves
