The Moon

HER Children of the Moon.

She loves having the power, the ability to have me and my brothers worship every beam that transforms us.

She knows that her sorcery only works in those few hours of that one God forsaken night.

Only in those hours were she can be seen at her fullest can she hold her children under her spell.

This is her domain and she abuses us so, the way she does it makes us want more.

In this body, mind and spirit, that few of us try to ignore, we adore her.

We adore the caresses that we receive from her light.

Her light making us seem that we finally belong somewhere where we are not judged but love for what we are.

And why would she give in her rein over us?

The Moon is our master, and she knows this only too well.

The answer is that she wouldn't

If not for HER only master,

The Sun.

He controls when it is her turn to rule.

Enchantress she may be, but the Sun will not be fooled.

He will give our bodies back to us.

Our minds are ours once again.

Our spirit, what's left of it is ours again.

He is out savior of ever wizard.

And he is the destroyer of every wolf.

So while their mother is dormant,

The wolves within stay silent.

Until they are summoned by that tempting seductress.