The Werewolf

Moonlight shines, Drips like ice cold snow, Lighting your way through shivering woods; The only place, your place to go Wind breezes past, Bringing the scent of earth, There, a stream of crystal diamonds; This is your place, your place of birth Wolves howl distantly, Calling your desires achingly, A ragged breath tears out, you fall to your paws; You go, howling back, running free The Werewolf