Moon by: Jade Holliday

I went to the hill last night

and the snow blew like wild, white fog.

and down the stream the beetles play

but with no music at all.

but I was not alone,

she was with me.

The others treat me like an omega

and the warriors push me around

one even tried to kill me, by trying

to run me down.

I went back to the hill last night

and howled like a true beast

and down the stream the beetles play.

And I was not alone

because she was with me