The Moon I Love
Sometimes it feels like The moon is my only friend,
but even she isn't always there for me.
Over day The sun is causing me pain.
With his poisoned rays and beams.
I love the moon but I still howl to it,
When I am sad, in love, in pain in agony.
She is there for me for I only live for the night.
Wolves are my friends but in the city,
they are not there, I miss them for I was
blessed by wolf my totem, it was the day that I was born
The wolf died to give me his soul.
Thanks to him I live and have the wolf in me.
Thanks to him I am Nightwolf
Child of the moon.
The moon I love so much.
The moon who I will die for.
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| Auteur: Federico | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 januari 2001 | ||
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