Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Moonshadow Dancers

The fog rolls in as the darkness falls
To still the woods with fear;
Silvery light flows as the night calls
The moonshadow dancers near.

Cry of the hunters fills us with fright
As the dancers draw nigh.
Fear grips those that hear in the night
The moonshadow dancers cry.

In a tongue as old as the hills
The dancers call for the hunt.
The prey now shivers with a thrill
Of fear that makes it run.

Quickly now another one falls
As then the wolf pack comes.
The moonshadow dancers at the call
Feeding after their run.


August 10, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry |

1 Comment »

  1. LOVE IT!!

    Comment by Anonymous | October 13, 2012 | Reply

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