Category: Writers Block
There were two male wolves.Two male wolves a world apart.
One black, one gold.
The golden won hearts with his purity, his innocence and with his zest for life.
The black one won people with cunning, charm and strange compelling force.
Two wolves a world apart.
Across the miles, they never see one another.
One rules the day, the light, the other the moon and deep passion-filled nights.
Their songs never reached one another, though one she wolf heard them both
and listened.
Two wolves a world apart.
The world between them, it responded, springtime rising with the golden wolf,
the moon rising to the black wolf's stranger songs.
The world knew them, changed around them.
The world was ruled by both golden day and black moonlight.
The world knew and the she wolf knew, knew of the two wolves.
Two wolves a world apart.The golden one, he was small and gentle, his fur was
puppy soft and his voice brought comfort, laughter and joy.
The black one moved others like the moon pulls the tides, burned with the fires
of heated secrets made at night.
Two wolves a world apart.
One had a voice like pure light, the others voice was like lilting silk.
One like a gentle spring day, the other like a moonlit night.
Love it. *smiles*
If you like stories about wolves, you might like the books The Sight and Fell by David Clement-Davies.