Shores bleached to pale bone
The only sound is the waves
And the wolf pack that bays
Whilst the misty sky shone
As Luna decided to peek at the world she rules by night
She looks upon the world of water and sand
Her domain of the tides
Aqua rightly abides
To any other, this power is banned
But is this a blessed gift or a curse?
Wolves, running through the cool breeze
The only evidence the howling wind
But the cries are akinned
There is no pack to seize
Just invisible wolves, worshippers and messenger of Her Greatness
So look more closely
When the moon shines
And the wind cries
For you are seeing magick
Moonlight
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