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Glowing white, In the ebony sky. It's face smiles. It's scars, Visible by the naked eye. All creatures stare to the sky. Howling winds, Transcendence. The masters of the woods, Look to thy moon. Craving it's power, That adrenaline. Wolves of Color, Alpha of Black, Omega of White. Thy pack howls, Thundering through the forest. All creatures run, Caressing the hand of death. One Beta stands out, With eyes of ashure. Fur of mane. She who stands out, Challenges the enemy. Silver lines of worthy, Claws of a lion. Thy Beta wolf. Stands mighty. She is without pups, Without love. Without... Sympathy. The wolf, Almost Archaic, To the family. She walk's alone, Under the pale-faced moon. Searching for hope, Of finding love soon..
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
The Moon, The Pack, The lone Beta
Glowing white, In the ebony sky. It's face smiles. It's scars, Visible by the naked eye. All creatures stare to the sky. Howling winds, Transcendence. The masters of the woods, Look to thy moon. Craving it's power, That adrenaline. Wolves of Color, Alpha of Black, Omega of White. Thy pack howls, Thundering through the forest. All creatures run, Caressing the hand of death. One Beta stands out, With eyes of ashure. Fur of mane. She who stands out, Challenges the enemy. Silver lines of worthy, Claws of a lion. Thy Beta wolf. Stands mighty. She is without pups, Without love. Without... Sympathy. The wolf, Almost Archaic, To the family. She walk's alone, Under the pale-faced moon. Searching for hope, Of finding love soon..
julie-kirby
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
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