Primal

A Poem by Hades

The gentle breeze brushes my fur.
The moon, hidden from me, locked away tight.
The primal me wants run.
Im torn in two.

The other me wants to sit and be soothed by the cool embrace.
Then it breaks.

The places around me turn silver. The shadows cast even bigger.
This is it.

Off i go, feeling ever snap under my bare feet.
              The cool chills me but the fire inside still burns bright.
                             My heart races, mind wanders, breaths..deeper.
         This is pure and untouched,
                  Raw and powerful,
                         Pure instinct.

Primal.