Poem-Twilight Moon...

One evening under twilight moon

There woke a young Fairy

She woke to hear great thunder

as she stumbled upon a great pelt

and beheld a wolf

his eyes in the sorrow of love

he'd been abandoned by love

Beseeching his lady, the moon

ever alone as a wolf

Until he found a fairy

to comfort his lonely pelt

when wind is strong as thunder

What drives them is stronger than thunder

What drove them to be is love

Despite his strange pelt

when he was beheld under the moon

this mattered not to the fairy

and mattered not to the wolf

In the past, lonely was the wolf

His pack, was stricken by a silver Thunder

With not a soul left like the Fairy

None who felt the same as love

None but the moon

Who only shined on his pelt.

But who is he without the pelt?

Without his dearest Fae, he's but a wolf

and the wolf means nothing without the moon.

But he cares not, for his love is like thunder

and such lightening couldn't stop his love

for his one and only Fairy

And as for his Fairy?

Does she feel comfort in my pelt?

Is the feeling she returns to me Love?

I am her Wolf.

I feel it for her, the thunder.

and eternally we dance together under the moon.

By Felix Virgil Black