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She Runs With Wolves
She runs with wolves and
stalks the moon through a
constellatory thicket, and the
sun is sure of her safety on
the other side of our
humble little orb. Night is a
lonely dissenter, forever
on horseback towards a
pink and twilit horizon. She,
seeing him, bellows, and
his horse beats the grass beneath
its hooves, but procuring him would
only put an end to her
little game.
Art by Ben Claybrook
Published 16th Mar 2015
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16th Mar 2015 10:21pm
16th Mar 2015 11:02pm
Anonymous
16th Mar 2015 11:59pm
a woman with restraint. maybe. he may not be so lucky the next time.
17th Mar 2015 3:18am
'Tis the circadian rhythm of the world; let's hope that his luck doesn't run out :)
17th Mar 2015 3:40pm
19th Mar 2015 1:12pm
The story however short it was has a way of drawing you in and is captivated till the very end.
23rd Mar 2015 11:16am
Anonymous
23rd Mar 2015 8:03pm
The images just unfold themselves,magical poem..
