Raised under the moon.
Wild and free.
Fire burning brightly to light up the night.
Laying under the stars.
Or dancing through the rolling waves of the sea.
This freedom calls to me.
It's where I'm meant to be.
Raised under the moon.
Wild and free.
My wolf stands proudly next to me.
Never afraid to be different.
Simply just being me.
Long flowing skirts and untamed hair.
She's like a gypsy, they say.
Free spirit.
Child of the night.
Collecting herbs and brewing tea.
Natures heroine, living free.
I smile softly, deeply breathing in the night air.
Looking up at the sky.
Oh how the stars shine.
The evening hours my favorite time.
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