Staring at the bright full moon, you begin to feel the warmth of it, and then a rush of excitment, your skin begins to prickle, your bones begin to bend, a sharp jab of pain, then a sweet releaf as you leave your skin behind, that binds you to this world, for a pelt of silver slik that offers you another, and with the swiftness of the wind, you take off at a run, you run towards the fileds and rivers, like the end will soon draw near, and till the first ray of lday light is shown, you are free and wild, but once it comes, you are bound once again to this world we know, until it comes once again.
silverwolf236 · Thu Nov 11, 2004 @ 12:39am · 0 Comments |