I howl beneath darken skies
with silver daggers as the moon
rises tonight.
The forest around me grows colder
as the night shifts and turns pregnant
with all sorts of creatures that only
come out when the full moon rises
out of darken skies.
I change and howl again
my fur grows corse and dark
my fangs grow larger and hard
My ears get tips and my snout
gets biger.
At last i'm myself big and strong
a hunter in the night and i howl again
so my prey can hear me, so it can run
there is sport in the hunt and i will
have it, beneath darken skies
Edoardo Bordon "YUM" Wild
- 16 years, 2 months, 19 days ago