SOUND OF RELIGIONA Poem by Bear
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It's a waxing moon when they materialize from darken gray As they raise their voices in unison and to their god they pray Haunting the sound as their voices echo through the night To some who listen it will freeze their blood in pure fright Where else can one hear the sound of religion so crisp and clear And to think a wolfs religion is a simple one of pain and fear Brother to the wind and sister of the dark, they live in mystique Moving from shade to shadow they appear both graceful and sleek With a lethal kiss to prey they use fang and paw prove their power Before these champions of the night even the might of man will cower But it is to the moon they sing out loud their praise and devotion Giving life to a sound that is the heart and soul of all their emotion Bear © 2015 BearAuthor's Note
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