Lunaplena: The Sacred & The Wild

Cry more,
even more often,
you are the chosen one.
Crying is not just sad;
it’s a testament to your innocence.
May those tears of yours
feed the wounded wolves in need,
the sacred protector of the wild.

Wherever she goes, wolves follow,
but one remains close,
his gaze tender and deep,
a quiet strength in the shadows.
With her single sound, wolves moan,
but he listens for her laughter,
the melody that dances through the night.

In the hush of dusk, they share secrets,
whispers woven like gossamer threads.
Together they weave dreams into the night,
two souls entwined in a world of whispers,
where every tear is a drop of hope,
a bond forged in the wilderness,
and love runs as deep as the darkest woods.