Wolves

Streaks of Silver, Streaks of gray
shaded laughter from far away
Calmly stands the red tinged one in the halo of the sun
Dust moves weary over land on his journeys yet unplanned
Slyly, slowly moves the dark, strong enough to needs be marked.

Silent panther steals the soul, heart entwined in rose of fall
Hands once wrought for comforting now filled with violent things
Wolven brothers call the pack, cries to the moon now echoed back
Angels gray with broken wings try to sing of sweeter things
Head is held within the hands, dreams slip through fingers like the sands

I’ve seen sun and mist and shadows,
Demons, angels and friends.
But nothing has prepared me for seeing you again.
We went dancing through the meadows, we fell laughing into the sea,
But there was more to us than, just the you and just the me.

Oh sands of time take hold of me and whisk my heart away.
To the land of our fathers and mothers, my heart longs for the day.
For my gaze to fall upon amber eyes, and coats streaked with silver.
Running beside you, feeling the beat of your heart as you lie close to me.

We have seen the path where demons roam and angels fear to fly.
We have tasted the curse that has befallen us, and no
longer fear this transformation.
Oh misconceptions of the world, lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us into the hands of thine enemies…….

Written by: Gray Angel & Anicet

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