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Her summons used to frighten and confuse
I resented her loud, silver music
Now I know I was a fool to refuse
I understand her language is ludic
How quickly we forget what playing is
How to rub out the world and build our own
When she calls me, it is to freedom's bliss
In all of our skins, wolf seeds have been sown
A terrifying bite taught mine to bloom
And now you all seem frauds to my wild eye
She taught me to shed my absurd costume
To hunt and howl and quaint old lies defy
Pretend you are no beast; be a meek fool!
By her light, I follow a lupine rule
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (3)
Oooo, I learnt a new word from you today, ludic! Loved your poem and cover pic! He looks so happy hehehehe
Excellent!
Perfectly spooky. Well done.