Wolf Moon

The silver goddess rises in the sky
Her fur pulses with silver flames
Her golden eyes shine like stars
Her humble servants look up at her
And howl there praise to her
They thank her for a successful hunt,
They thank her for a new litter,
The Wolf Moon is shining, let them pray

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