A bright light
Y'know, sometimes I wonder what I'm going to do with my life. Then the sun comes out and then, well, I couldn't care less what my future is.
Dream wolves ghosting through the night
Whose yellow eyes dart and pierce with eternal sight
And ears that curve and twist like an idle rite
Fur barely rustling at this awful height
On the summits of the mountains of the Wolf Dream...
-Sunwolf
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