The moon up high shines so bright,
that I'm free to do anything tonight.
Hoping that I have enough time.
I become a dragon-wolf, my favorite shape,
spread my wings to fly in the sky.
And as I fly, I notice out of the corner of my eyes,
that those like me sit patiently waiting for me to come.
I let myself drop, with effortless strength
and find myself above them.
As soon as I touch the ground,
surrounded by friends,
I think to myself
"I'll never let any one hurt them!"
And as we run through the silent night
no one is being left behind.
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A sweet poem. Although I can't find any base rhythm to follow it reads well.
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