As I look towards the midnight sky; it is she that I spy
Her glamour an ancient dance of mutable enamour
Wave after wave of reflective sun; oh my soul just wants to run.
From sight to mind the unification of change begins to bind
This dew of Orias commands within the virtues of therianthropy to grind
Time to me begins to speed yet all around normality breathes to mislead.
Scent becomes the uncontrollable path in which I must follow
“Run my child!” for it is your loneliness that summons this beast to feed
It is the death within your stare that renders the emptiness inside to need!
“Silence now holds us both!”
Thank you all for your time and Words!!!…)o(
A beast of Two!