Sonnet of a Full Moon Rising

The great wolf scales his lighted throne to sing
and standing proud he fills his lungs with air.
Sillhouetted by a full moon rising,
he howls mournfully for his lady fair.
She sits in nature's own yet cloaked in mist
while carving arcane symbols, wicked runes,
caressing flesh of stars which demons kissed
and praying to a full and rising moon.
Her cat he sits upon a window sill
ignoring both the sorceress and beast
for glowing eyes are opened wide to kill,
to leap upon the swollen moon and feast.
These beings on a sea of night are tossed,
and guided by the full moons light are lost.