Wolf Moon A short poem

At night she calls to me, With her pale faced beauty,

Hypnotized by her lonely eyes, Something starts to stir inside,

She makes me want to bear my soul, The beast within me whispers let go,

So I cry and howl and I sing tonight, For…

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