Post by Shadow of Darkness on Sept 9, 2006 6:54:56 GMT -5
When the dark star shone in the sky,
A young wolf ran,
and howled nearby.
He was black as the night,
with eyes of yellow,
wise and seemingly right.
He waited for a fae,
By night,
not by day.
When one came he sang,
a song
that spoke his name.
Shadow met Lirhe tonight,
and it seemed
the timing was right.
For on the night that Pure was born,
her future, soon to be torn,
the Dark Star shone again.
A young wolf ran,
and howled nearby.
He was black as the night,
with eyes of yellow,
wise and seemingly right.
He waited for a fae,
By night,
not by day.
When one came he sang,
a song
that spoke his name.
Shadow met Lirhe tonight,
and it seemed
the timing was right.
For on the night that Pure was born,
her future, soon to be torn,
the Dark Star shone again.
