• She waited for the moon
    Her only chance for song
    The Raven, watching
    This wolf that held his heart
    Stared in wonder,
    Her howls began to start
    His head came down,
    To be brought closer to this sound,
    Listening to a song so profound

    He wanted only to tell her,
    Songs of Dawn
    Futile attempts as crows from his beak
    That just because the moon has went,
    The sky for now to be lit
    That she never had to fret for sound
    As it was always here, abound
    That he heard it whenever she was near
    Something he had heard so clear ...
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