Where does she go when the moonlight calls
does she run inside the sky
can she taste the darkened forest
as her voice becomes a cry ?
She leads the hunt, a metamorph
torn between two lives
by day Apache princess
at night the wolf survives.
Running free inside the pack
her mortal coil she sheds
with freedom of her spirit
the hunter's path she treads.
Sunrise touch, brings morning change
flesh for canis coat
until she hears again the call
blood taste inside her throat.
Author notes
Please credit the artist in AN...Boris Vallejo - Native American Wolf
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt Contest 15 entries ... by mysticstorm.
600 points, ended December 24, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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Oh what a wonderful take on the picture! I think you truly have the essence of it in your write. Wonderful imagery and emotionally penned.
All the best with this
Gaylene
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