The Lunar Dance

By Ahura Werewolf

In the night.

We dance.

In the snow.

We dance.

In the cold.

We dance.

We are wolves.

Children of the night.

Our eyes like gleaming emeralds cut the night in two.

Nothing is hidden in the shadows that we cannot see.

Soft footfalls of our paws in the soft snow.

The frozen air in our lungs is life.

The scent of the pines in our nose is a sweet perfume that only we can enjoy.

Beneath the shining orb we will dance this night away.