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The She-Wolfs Tears of Faith

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She was taken, dragged from the holy fathers House of holy purity, against the free wills spirit! The maiden weeps in the lunar night, a lone predator Howling for redemption's reclamation, unable to slow The pace of her running, for the hunter of daylight Steps within her cursed foot path. Sleek mistress of the disdain, fleeing from Thy own kindred pack, without salvation's mercy, The she-wolf bays at the elliptical moon, Defying the wolfen curse, its lightning thunder Flash, rebelling against her inner desire For hungers blood satisfaction to feed! A sizzling fire burns within the belly of the beast, An unquenchable flame eating at its own kindling Fuel, the vowed promised unto God himself, Yet bitten by the hound of Hell, she’s the Righteous satanic offering, to a darker lords Altar of demonic evil! A white sister of the blessed cross, kneeling Within the fur coat of a she-werewolf’s redden cloak, Behold a creature tortured between the forces Of light and dark, crying unto her invisible god, Yet hearing the voice of seduction from beneath! Tender the rose of innocence, trampled underneath the Crimson red paw, let the tears of the angels sustaining In faith’s mighty shield, but she already enveloped Within the blackened embrace of the emperor of Darkness and is unable to tare herself free! In the echoing of the children of the night, The wild hearted call unto she, this creature Of a holier light, come run beside us, thy kindred Of the blood! Those untamed beckon, but she heeds them not, At the temple of the faith’s religion does she so climb? This she-wolf of the fallen, seeking deliverance step, By step, praying in the barking demonic tongue, of her Kind, she pleads for the divine to set her free! But the lord God see his child, wrapped within wolves The furs huskin trappings, and blesses As if a snake shedding its outer skins of shame, The she-wolf discards the furry garments of the Beast layer by layer, reveling the white angel of mercy, Hidden beneath, and praising the heavenly father, In rapturous gratitude! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/31/2015 1:32:00 AM
Yes, a howl to the Lunar Night. An epic write. LINDA
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Date: 10/5/2015 11:16:00 PM
Incredible story written here Cheri. Love your imagination.
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