Howl like a wolf to the stars
Surrounded by your pack
Yet altogether lonesome
A ghostly chorus
Breath turning to fog
Aloft the fanged mouths
With souls drifting free
Against the night sky
Like dust crossing sunbeams,
Visible for a moment
Before drifting away
~Galwyn

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