**In the darkness of the night, a lonely wolf, was looking for the one who was chosen by her heart, her ephemeral destiny. Her scarlet eyes scanned the horizon, In search of love, of a soul in fusion. Through the haunted woods, she wandered relentlessly, A melancholy song escaping from her weft. Her onyx coat, dark and bewitching, Was the veil that hid her yearning. She was looking for the chosen one, the one who would brave the shadow, Who would share her loneliness, without fear nor rubble. Her wild heart, burning with an unknown passion, Waited for the one who would reveal her true virtue. The nights followed one another, the darkness enveloped her, And the lonely wolf never dared to hope. But in her dreams, she saw her chosen one, A soul of azure, an absolute love. She followed the stars, the winding paths, Guided by an instinct, a mysterious love. The whispers of the wind carried promises, Assuring her that one day her chosen one would be the caress. She crossed the woods, from moon to moon, The pain of loneliness, she assumed without rancor. For in every dawn, every dusk, She nourished the hope to find her emulate. And one day, the stars finally aligned, She saw a figure, a divine destiny. Her heart raced, love boiling, The she-wolf had found her perfect remission. She approached slowly, without making a sound, And their eyes met in a life-giving embrace. Two souls recognizing each other in this endless night, The she-wolf had finally found her mutinous heart. Their love set the woods ablaze, illuminating the darkness, An incandescent passion, without limit or vanity. The she-wolf and her chosen one, united in this fiery dance, Were the embodiment of love, eternally. Thus, the ode of the lonely she-wolf resounds, A hymn to love, that skims the skies and [...]** - Image #4 <@973236487703363604>
In the darkness of the night, a lonely wolf, was looking for the one who was chosen by her heart, her ephemeral destiny. Her scarlet eyes scanned the horizon, In search of love, of a soul in fusion. Through the haunted woods, she wandered relentlessly, A melancholy song escaping from her weft. Her onyx coat, dark and bewitching, Was the veil that hid her yearning. She was looking for the chosen one, the one who would brave the shadow, Who would share her loneliness, without fear nor rubble. Her wild heart, burning with an unknown passion, Waited for the one who would reveal her true virtue. The nights followed one another, the darkness enveloped her, And the lonely wolf never dared to hope. But in her dreams, she saw her chosen one, A soul of azure, an absolute love. She followed the stars, the winding paths, Guided by an instinct, a mysterious love. The whispers of the wind carried promises, Assuring her that one day her chosen one would be the caress. She crossed the woods, from moon to moon, The pain of loneliness, she assumed without rancor. For in every dawn, every dusk, She nourished the hope to find her emulate. And one day, the stars finally aligned, She saw a figure, a divine destiny. Her heart raced, love boiling, The shewolf had found her perfect remission. She approached slowly, without making a sound, And their eyes met in a lifegiving embrace. Two souls recognizing each other in this endless night, The shewolf had finally found her mutinous heart. Their love set the woods ablaze, illuminating the darkness, An incandescent passion, without limit or vanity. The shewolf and her chosen one, united in this fiery dance, Were the embodiment of love, eternally. Thus, the ode of the lonely shewolf resounds, A hymn to love, that skims the skies and ...