Here is a tale,
one on the mountains;
Lonely running round the snow,
cold to lead his pack
this Alpha lacked a luna,
on his rounds to his territory
there layed one by the edge,
close by the cliff
she viewed the lands of clarity,
Alpha run close,
they played rounds,
He'd found love,
sure she was fit,
But she leaned by another alpha,
Now this Alpha had to fight
for what seemed as his,
This Alpha stronger than any
fought,
fought like hell was in him.
All for the luna to love him.
They rolled over
growled,scratched,
This Alpha won,
Nights he'd call to the moon,
he needed a luna,
now he won,
the luna was his,
His pack was complete,
The luna howled in satisfaction
This Alpha was her seduction,
two wolves found love,
They run in rounds,
to the cliff,
by the dark
they howled in love,
Moons light gave them peace.
©bardee
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