Wednesday, 04 July 2012

• Luna and the Wolf

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  “Howling at the moon about the dangers of lunacy.”

   

  Thus far I have always painted the wolf as the predator, but even the wolf is prey.

   

  On a hill bathed in majestic moonlight sits a wolf. His grey fur shines silver in the moonlight, and his blue eyes burn iridescent through the dark. A light breeze dances with his fur, and the long grass ripples in the wind like waves upon the ocean. He looks heavenward, catches eyes with the moon, and looses a howl sounding like a lonely train whistle. He is helpless to stop himself. The moon is his mistress and she demands he pay homage to her with his voice. Luna lights the wolf’s way as he stalks the sheep locked in the Sheppard’s pen. She illuminates the lamb that he will take and ravage, and in return he must sing her praises. He must raise his snout to the sky and sing until he screams. He howls at the moon about the dangers of lunacy, but he’s singing to the choir. Luna spreads lunacy with the light she steals from the sun.

   

  The above relates to the concepts I began in this piece: Feeding the Wolf

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