The Time Is Near

by Ketsueki M.

The time is near.
Slowly. Oh so slowly, does my sweet oblivion come near.
I can feel it, begging for freedom.
Suddenly, I am surrounded.
But I am not afraid, for we are family.
We are a pack.
Finally, the time is near, to rid ourselves of our troubles,
our worries, our fears.
Giddy with anticipation, we change.
From Human to wolf.
From pain to bliss.
The only witness to this change is our mother, the Moon.
For our gift works best under the watchful eye of our mother.
Before we run, we thank our mother in the tongue of the wolf.