The howl of the wolf
Up in the infinite summer sky a paper moon glows soft and bright its transparent brilliance obscured somewhat by the burning fire of the heat drenched night, and though it hides behind clouds she's dressed in silver haze, there is a unique beauty to its shine, an ethereal allure impervious of time. Below, in the forest, where myriads of trees bask in her translucent light appearing bluish and phantasmal, a lone wolf roams his transformed home turf, his stride subconsciously keeping the rhythm of... Sign in to see full entry.