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Your ladyhawke is
alone and flying
lower than the
clouds today,
searching the
forests, the
open lands, and
the trails far
for her wolf who
in the night roams
the earth with a
longing he knows
not quite why,
looking endlessly
towards the bright
moonlit sky
His ladyhawke
searches for him,
wanting to protect
him and make sure
he is alright,
keeping him warm
and safe through
each and every night,
Her massive wings
stretching over him
to keep him from harm,
and any predators who
came close, with her
talons she would
Her love for him is
an eternal one
He is her Moon
and she is his

By LoveAngelique

© 2008 LoveAngelique (All rights reserved)


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