In the goddess times when the moon reigns full, And the pack starts up as they feel the pull, And the paws push fast as they feel the night, All the forest runs, howling with delight. In the hunting times when the scent reigns thick, When the ears are keen and the teeth are quick, And the barks and yips sound along the path, All the forest feeds and the savage laugh. In the quiet times when all sleep reigns still, And the sated pack has no lust for thrill, And the warmth of kin is their main desire, All the forest rests by the quiet fire. In the threatened times when the dark reigns high, And the shadows slink as they lurk nearby, And the pack must fight, growling back to back, All the forest flees from the loyal pack. In the injured times when the blood reigns thick, And there's wounded kin, the pack moves in quick, And the cure and care is on each sharp mind, All the forest knows the pack can be kind. In the goddess times when the moon reigns full, And the pack starts up as they feel the pull, And the pack is one where their souls abide, All the forest knows I am by their side.Birth sign: Scorpio
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