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Poetry News Post #3117

Divine Terzanelle 15: inspired by Lord Lupus

Written by: Musicante Kiusha Escath, Wordweaver
Date: Saturday, December 9th, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone


The Pack
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The blood is throbbing strongly in their veins.
The Lupine pack prepares themselves for when,
they start their hunt upon the open plains.

They were apart, but now they're one again,
with Lupus' spirit merging soul to soul.
The Lupine pack prepares themselves for when,

they'll run and move together as a whole.
They're fiercely loyal, the entire pack,
with Lupus' spirit merging soul to soul.

Their hunt will soon begin, and they'll attack.
There's nothing that can stop them now because,
they're fiercely loyal, the entire pack.

When they will hunt they'll do so without pause.
They hear the call of wild around them as
there's nothing that can stop them now because,

as rhythmic as the swaying of the grass,
the blood is throbbing strongly in their veins.
They hear the call of wild around them as
they start their hunt upon the open plains.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 438 AF.


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Poetry News Post #3117

Divine Terzanelle 15: inspired by Lord Lupus

Written by: Musicante Kiusha Escath, Wordweaver
Date: Saturday, December 9th, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone


The Pack
--------

The blood is throbbing strongly in their veins.
The Lupine pack prepares themselves for when,
they start their hunt upon the open plains.

They were apart, but now they're one again,
with Lupus' spirit merging soul to soul.
The Lupine pack prepares themselves for when,

they'll run and move together as a whole.
They're fiercely loyal, the entire pack,
with Lupus' spirit merging soul to soul.

Their hunt will soon begin, and they'll attack.
There's nothing that can stop them now because,
they're fiercely loyal, the entire pack.

When they will hunt they'll do so without pause.
They hear the call of wild around them as
there's nothing that can stop them now because,

as rhythmic as the swaying of the grass,
the blood is throbbing strongly in their veins.
They hear the call of wild around them as
they start their hunt upon the open plains.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 438 AF.


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