A wolf sleeps in the raven’s circle,
Her path a razor through the night;
The moon is dark, my love eternal,
Restless, searching, never gentle,
Slicing swiftly out of sight.
A wolf wakes in the raven’s circle
As she arcs around an empty temple,
Cloaked in mists of dead starlight–
The moon is dark, my love eternal.
His gaze will track her shadowed vigil;
With eyes aglow like smoked graphite,
A wolf prowls in the raven’s circle;
Magnetic scent pulls down her spiral,
Wings thrumming in their ceaseless rite.
The moon is dark, my love eternal:
Bound to Earth by lines primeval,
Course predestined, fated flight.
A wolf waits in the raven’s circle,
And the moon is dark… my love… eternal.
The Daily Prompt: Magnet
Dark Moon villanelle published in WAXING & WANING Issue 7, Spring 2001