Marissa's Poem
(Author's Note: I thought I should do things along with the stories I wrote)
I hear it in the wind where the autumn leaves fall,
The moonlight against the back as the night began,
The howls rise,
The nightly cries,
And so the hunt begins.
The crack of bone and jowls quivering with sharpening teeth,
Freedom is the night and the night is the beacon of requiem beauty,
The scent of fire and wood, meat and earth,
The night is long and the forest is wide and free.
Putting aside the humanity that was vulnerable and worm like,
Except the gift of the moon and hunters that have gone before,
Let the beast be free and shift into the moonlight.
Stretch arms up and give yourself to the goddess.
The ancestors or old decreed and so shall it be.
All beasts or bird, fish, or fancy call out the earth.
When the sun rises again it will be a dream