Reaching out to the Wolf

From a dark maw it has risen
Shapeless shade of doubtful reason,
Seeks to bring another season
'Tis the season of the WOLF.

From the forest he appeared,
Howling away those who feared,
But his cry our hearts has seared
And we befriended the WOLF.

On that day none was aware
Of the joy that we would share
Betwixt fancy, calm and care
We look up to the WOLF!
Reaching Out to the Wolf



Poem by Azazel
Picture by Elise Bast

Iarna

Erau personajele unui roman neterminat .

El respira durere ,

Ea il imortalizase in caietul de franceza .

Nevazuta , nestiuna ,

Doar ea mergea cu dragoste pe urmele lui ,

Melancolizand iarna…

Ultima pagina a cartii a fost acoperita de coperta veche.

S-a terminat la fel cum a inceput: cu o obsesie.

Totusi, imi place sa-i mai rasfoiesc din cand in cand paginile...