where wolves swing

validate our animus
before the moon

comes closer,
it will swing.

come closer,
let us swing.

light beckons,
light becomes


await my animal
before the moon

gets closer.
Hear my scream,

get closer,
this may sting.

* response to a prompt that asked for a rhythmic scheme…

About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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