THE WOLF

by out of the shadows and into the light   Sep 2, 2008


Their enchanting voices
Cry to the crystal moon
As light of silver
Descends with grace

The pale river sparkles
Suddenly alive
It shivers uncontrollably
Chilled by their cries

Time is frozen
The moment slowly fades
The wolves prowl restlessly
Calling to each other

A song of wonder
Fills the air
None have heard it before
Though it is as ancient as the moon

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  • 17 years ago

    by Prasad Baadkar

    I am really scared of wolves and werewolves, bats and darkness...

    This was a bit scarry.. Think I will be seeing some Vampires tonit...

    Imagination goes farther than light and sound..

    This one was a splendid write...

  • 17 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    "Their enchanting voices
    Cry to the crystal moon
    As light of silver
    Descends with grace"

    You certainly captured the beauty of wolves and I loved this write from the start to finish. You word choice was excellent and I was entranced by them. Keep writing, always and forever...

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