The Moon… The Light
It Shines…
They say that any werewolf, dog or wolf will always be drawn towards the moon, the inconsistent moon. Forever changing. I tried to fight it when I found myself searching, longing to see the moon it all its phases. I was shocked when people would stare, whenever I gazed up at the moon. They just don't understand they don't understand the way that it draws me in; it's a battle that I'll always lose.
It shines, lighting up the midnight sky.
They say that it will never stop…
There are days when the moon does not shine, when it's hidden from view. When the moon lit walks cease because the world is enclosed with darkness. It doesn't matter how long to hard I search; I'll never find it. It'll spend hours upon hours looking, longing, and hoping that it'll turn up.
They say that it will never stop, but its happened when she disappeared from view.
But I know better…
I know her real fear, it's not thunder storms. No she loves thunder storms; she loves the raw natural power of them. She thinks that they show beauty and disaster of the world. A before and after shot. Her real fear the one no one knows, losing everyone n her family, her friends, he lover. Everyone.
People ask, people think that they know, but I know better,
She gives it…
Light (She lights up that way, they way to the heart.)
S P A R K L E (her eyes a mix of greens, that sparkle like a million tiny stars)
Meaning (The words that I speak, the things that I tell her without notice. The words that I say for only her to hear.
My love…