Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Howling At The Moon
There was a wolf. A single and lone wolf. Who has sat upon the same hill for almost a lifetime. Howling up at the breath-taking moon. Voicing his loneliness to her, the princess of the night skies. Professing his love and dedication, to the very moon. Goddess of the night skies. Goddess of his heart.
The lone wolf, singing his mournful song. Rests on a bed of evergreen leaves. Closing his eyes, he dreams...
Dreams of running through the long grass...Hill after hill roll past. Forever chasing her, his princess. The Goddess of the Dark Skies.
She eternally smiles down at him, with mournful eyes.
(Ok that's just one of my wacky randomness. I won't delete it though.)
Яanted By Mini Я. at 21:10