In the forests of the heart wolves prowl at night:
frenzied with an ancient bloodlust, seeking new prey to bite.
Their eyes are glowing embers and teeth seem like sharp ivory blades.
Sometimes at night you can hear them howling in the moonlight.
Though many try to flee from the beasts within them,
afraid of the wilderness of their desires, escape is impossible:
those who attempt to flee are swallowed
by the shadows of their own nightmares.
Wiser wolf-cubs embrace their own canine nature,
remembering that we are creatures of both darkness and light.
