The Wolf Who Guarded Her Night-Soul
She rests her brow
against the soft crown
of a wolf made of moonlight—
a guardian born
from the hush between stars.
Blue leaves tremble
in her drifting hair,
each one glowing softly
as though carrying
a forgotten constellation.
She closes her eyes.
and the night exhales—
a slow, ancient breath
That wraps them both
in a cradle of sky.
No vow is spoken,
Yet the promise lives:
her spirit his shelter,
His silence was her shield,
two souls woven
into one unbreakable dusk.
The Wolf Who Guarded Her Night-Soul
She rests her brow
against the soft crown
of a wolf made of moonlight—
a guardian born
from the hush between stars.
Blue leaves tremble
in her drifting hair,
each one glowing softly
as though carrying
a forgotten constellation.
She closes her eyes.
and the night exhales—
a slow, ancient breath
That wraps them both
in a cradle of sky.
No vow is spoken,
Yet the promise lives:
her spirit his shelter,
His silence was her shield,
two souls woven
into one unbreakable dusk.
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