Non-Erotic PoetryWolf MoonMeandering whispers, reminiscent of times ago
threaten to engulf, crush and expel
grasping but a handful of dreams,
the wolf moon howls- illuminating
a path of shimmering gold.
Destiny triumphs - trumpets sound,
opportunity's door stands barred
through wind carried whispers
the siren song invokes sympathy
for devils, left behind with the key.
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