Posted on May 4, 2008 at 6:39pm
Ears held up erect and proud,
Bold voice raised to the wind,
Mournful howl doth fill the night,
With a sad and lonely cry.
Paws pad noiseless through the clearing,
Fur blows gently in the wind,
Faint glow spills upon the grass,
And eyes burn red as flame.
Many things she brings, some good, some bad,
Masquerading forever to avenge a death,
She wanders forever alone,
The one they once called Venaleen.