Bright May Shine Her Days

She raises wolves inside her soul,
Where, bitter, they reside;
Shackled souls betwixt the trees,
Her mind in which they hide.

The moon reflects the angry truth
That instinct bids her howl,
Released within the forest’s heart
Where darkness casts its cowl.

Tomorrow she’ll emerge anew
When sunshine casts his haze.
The night’s retreat to dreaming’s self,
That bright may shine her days.

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