Alone in the pack by Kathrin

Zusammen den Mond anheulen -
willst du nicht, kannst du nicht, weigerst dich.
Nur zu wiederholen, was andere rufen,
daran wächst du nicht.

Willst deinen eigenen Schrei finden
nicht nur heulen und brüllen
willst handeln, erleben, kämpfen
was zähl sind Ehrgeiz und Leidenschaft.

Warum sind nicht mehr wie du?


Howling to the moon together -
you don't want to, you cannot, you refuse to.
Just to repeat what others call,
you do not grow on it.

Want to find your own scream
not just howl and roar
want to act, experience, fight
what counts are ambition and passion.

Why aren't you more like you?

Land of my Ancestors by Laridian

The idea of living in the land of my ancestors tempts me. It sings to me of self-reliance, of open spaces empty of people, of stark beauty.

The reality is that I am no longer cold-tolerant, and self-reliance is a lot of work; that a place empty of people can mean loneliness and a lack of help in times of trouble.

But oh, that fantasy! Of living in the wild, of dangerous freedom! How it calls to me!

Wolf man by Nenya (lost card)

She could hear him howl in the mountains, calling her, always calling her. Slowly she closed her eyes and exhaled. Hearing him broke her heart but she couldn't go to him, not during the full moon.
For a moment, she looked longingly at the mountains but then she turned around and walked into the tent.
The old woman across the fire watched her enter the tent and shook her head. If the young woman would think about what was good for her, she would forget the man who looked like a wolf.
But the old woman had been young once as well and she knew what it felt like to fall in love with a wolf man. If you fell in love with one of them, you could never go back and love another man.
She smiled kindly and knowingly when the young woman looked into her eyes and they sat in silence, listening to the howling of the wolves.

Once upon a time by Shireya

Once upon a time there was
a man on the moon
The night was bright
and the wolf knew that soon
was the time of the night when
if he wanted to, he'd give a fright
even to the man who went where
a wolf never might
(well, maybe if he was a were)
and that was quite alright.

A poem about Michael, Ally and wolf by aeronest

Michael, Michael, Michael
Lady Wolf yelling to the dark sky.
Will you listen?
Can you hear?
That's a sound from deep heart.
That's a sound from far away.
Will you think?
Can you love?
Lady Wolf misses your hug.
Lady Wolf misses your kiss.
Will you believe? Can you trust?
When the moon comes round
When the moon comes big
Ally comes wolf
Michael, Michael, Michael
Ally is a wolf.

Travelling by Aurelliana

Listen to the wolf's howling,
Remember Jack London novels,
See the beauty that nature is showing,
Enjoy each mile of your travels...
Serene sound of the river, soft light of the moon...
You will be there soon!

Moon by togge

When I was very young I loved to watch the full moon!
My mother asked why I'm watching the moon and I answered, "I wonder why the moons face is dirty?"

Werewolf by uliaya (Cat Power)

Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf
Comes a steppin' along
He don't even break the branches
Where he's been gone.
You can hear his long holler
From away cross the moor
That's the holler of a werewolf
When he's feeling poor.
For the werewolf have pity,
Not fear and not hate
'Cause the werewolf might be someone
That you've known of late.

My treasure by Venia

The soil in my hands,
the mountains in my hands,
the trees in my hands,
the animals in my hands.
You in my hands...
but also myself in your hands.