The Calling
I hear them call to me, each
night the moon is full..
Come join the hunt Sister.
Their howls are so loud
and clear under the full moon.
I long to join them on the hunt.
To feel the ground beneath my
feet, the wind apon my face.
I see the pack, my pack, but
they are to far to get to..
They call to me, Sister,Sister,
where are you Sister?
Come run with us. Join us
on the hunt, come
taste the blood of our kill.
Every full moon I hear them
call me. Oh how I wish
I could join them..
But alas I can not join
them. I am only human.
Lady Celtic Wolf (Pattie)
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