SingerOfShadows

Eyes of the Forest I'd seen him before. At first I was afraid of what I'd seen. I was seven. I could not see his face, for the sun had set and shadows surrounded me as I walked along the edge of the forest. I only saw his eyes: glowing red, staring at me through the darkness. But by the time I had acted upon my childish curiosity and walked over to where the eyes were, he was gone, disappeared into the shadows of nightfall. It made me nervous. I wanted to know what it was I had seen in the forest. So my mind made up possibilities. I had dreams. They were intense dreams, violent dreams. I would awaken pumping with adrenalin, wanting more bu

I am the stellar wolf. With eyes of amber, Which hold fallen stars, And that reflect the moon's glow. I am the Inferno wolf. With my fiery heart, That burns for a mate. And the passion to run free. I am the Aquatic wolf. With my liquid movements, That help calm my pack, In times of confusion and pain. I am the Wooded wolf. With my pine needle fur, That stands on end in fury, When danger threatens my pack. I am the Aero wolf. With my bone chilling growls, And my light hearted howls, That reach even the heavens in the sky. I am the Earthen wolf. With my sand paper paws, That help me grip, And rip into the earth when I run