Werewolf
From this tonight,I give to thee-
the breath of life,
etenity.
Beneath the light
of the blood red moon,
I hold you tightly;
close your eyes-
take a breath-
you are reborn.
Werewolf
From this tonight,kittylilly commented on Werewolf
11-12-2009
07-17-2009
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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