Non-Erotic PoetryWild EchosWhen darkness falls,
And the moon makes the world a playground of shadow.
The wolf howls from a hill,
Calling longingly to his pack.
They roam a dangerous land,
Slinking low they hide from the Enemy, MAN.
Their melancholy calls fill the shadowed land,
Echoing the pain in Earth, and in our hearts.
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