Wolf Song

I desire to run wild, run free,

Unleash the Wolf in me.

Howling a love song of pleasure and pain

To the cold beauty of a Midnight Moon.

Yet I remain a meek little lamb,

Grazing beneath heavy grey skies,

Lost in the safety of a flock of conformity.

Is that all that I am?

Eily Nash ~2021

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