Royalty

Pristine the canvas displayed before all Begging color and stroke, a master's mind Brush kisses pallete, intentions will fall Pulse soars, paint flies, never leaves her behind Lifetimes he progressed, alone and some not Longing and barking for a soul his kin Hunting and seeking, heartsick, for his lot Familiar she is, something sharpend within Teeth gnashing and gnarl grasping at his skin A wild reunion, fangs gift, blood running Embracing carnage and in love again Hunter's moon, super, alive and howling Never again part their fierce wilding ways On mountains they rule in most just of days