Tags
at the black rose, dark poetry, howl, poetic, poetry, tina-rie, wolf
Sweep the shadows from my mind, those that seek to hold me in a darkness I can only feel; a breath awaits me in the moonlight, one so crisp and crystalized in the cold northern air. I still my ever coursing mind, and push the darkness away. There I stand shivering in the moonlight. When eyes that draw my gaze, I see the breath escape when his voice echoes to the moon. I smile to myself and howl beside him into the moon lit sky.
Tina-rie.
At the Blackrose 