Prayer of a crying wolf

58.

High in the velvet sky, the moon peaked.

The wind howled calling your name,

I struggled to keep pace as the aching pulsed inside me,

Oh, my love, my beautiful bride of darkness,

So full of terrible powers.

I'm coming, I'm rushing to your side,

As fast as my paws can take me,

The night air trapped your scent,

So sweet, so intoxicated.

Drunk from the wait, no more, not again.

Tonight we merge, we become one,

No barrier can divide us,

My mate, my one and only.

The very breath in my lungs.

Hear my plead, embrace me in your loving arms.

My love, forever in eternity.