Eyes silver as the moon
the wolf is calling
the howl of the wolf heard soon
the sun keeps falling
teeth still covered in blood
canines dig into the skin
red gushing like a flood
the animals instincts to win
this is the story
told through out my tribe
still a little gory
givin the spirits a bribe
it is at night we shift
become one with the spirit
taken through the rift
still glad to hear it
the spirit horse comes
to take me to the sky
the wind lightly humms
to the silver wolf cry
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