Sunset Dream
Not really a story. More like painting a picture with words.
It's something I like to do. So I decided to share
Sunset Dream
She stands atop a stone.
Silhouetted in the dying rays of a setting sun.
The verdant beauty of her forest home surrounding her lupine form.
A ghost in gray and silver with eyes of beaten gold.
Embodiment of death, Bearer of life, Owner of this sylvan glade.
Supple curves whisper of grace of passion and strength.
Her fur like smoke and moonlight covering muscles of rippling steel.
Turning her head into the beginnings of the night breeze she closes her eyes
Raising her muzzle to the heavens she voices her loneliness in hopes of an answer.
And to the watcher comes the question
Do you answer?